Well Spotted
“Good, you had the motions right that time. Just keep repeating it. Lift the barbells. Let them sink. Lift the weights. Let them sink. Good.”
It was relaxing, meditative. The quiet music helped, like it had last visit, her first time. Joanna’s scheduled trainer was missing, but one of the gym rats, Darren, offered to be her spotter, and teach a little. She was going to say they’d do it out in the main gym, despite the stares, but he suggested they ask at the desk and she’d ed there was a woman manning it, with great muscle tone; not one to swoon or be bossed around.
“Excellent. More reps. Get used to the motion. We can add more weight later, or another time. Lift the weights. Let them sink. Lift the weights. Let them sink. Good.”
When he asked for permission to use the room she was scheduled for, the woman at the desk had smiled at him familiarly. ‘You’re helping the new guy again, Darren? Good job representing the gym rats well. Joanna, if you’re alright with it, you can go ahead.’ She seemed to know him well enough that Joanna was happy to confirm. ‘Great. You’re in good hands, if Darren wanted to, he’d be an official trainer here. I’ll pop in to remind you when the slot’s closing, since you weren’t planning on doing that yourself.’ Darren had found something about that funny, but didn’t try to explain.
“Lift. And sink. Lift. And sink. You don’t need to worry about anything else, I’m watching. This is normal. Trust your spotter. Lift, and sink.”
She almost zoned out, moving the weights, letting herself just be a body. Her mind drifted with the music. (Or maybe the other way around?) The barbells were pretty light, but she didn’t want to get bulky, and high-rep sets were good for that, as well as learning form. Darren had been very sensible, and hesitant to touch her, which she appreciated.
“You lift. You sink. You lift. You sink. You lift, and you sink.”
Something he said... not important. She was lifting. Living in her body. Being her body. Lifting. Sinking.
“Yes. Good. Repeat after me, Joanna. You lift, you sink. You lift, you sink.”
“I lift,” she murmured, “I sink. I lift, I sink.”
“Yes, exactly. Keep going, pretty. You lift, you sink.”
“...I sink,” she said as the weights came down on her. Her arms felt wobbly.
“Keep lifting. You’re strong, you can do it. Trust me.”
She pushed the weights up with more effort. Was she worn out already? It couldn’t have been long. “I lift,” she gasped.
“And you sink,” he murmured, “Do you want my help? I can help you with this. This is all perfectly normal. Lift, and sink.”
She pushed the weights up again, but they kept being wobbly.
“I lift... Please, spotter.”
“As you desire. Sink, Joanna.”
She let the weights fall, and he stepped around to behind her head, his hands on her arms. Soft hands. Strong ones.
“Alright,” he murmured to her, “I’ll help you. Just trust your spotter. I’ll your lifts.”
“Yes,” she whispered, “I lift...”
His warm hands guided her arms up, keeping them stable as she pushed.
“And you sink,” he murmured, and she let the weights fall, his hands guiding her arms down.
“You don’t need my hands right now,” he continued, “Just my guidance. Be your body. No need to think, just work out.”
She nodded vaguely. “I lift,” she said, and his hands stayed on her, felt nice, she didn’t need it but nice, “I sink. I lift... I sink.”
“Your body lifts,” he agreed, “Your mind sinks. Your body lifts, your mind sinks.”
“Body lifts. Mind sinks. Body lifts, mind sinks.”
“ Good girl. Your body knows what it needs. Trust me. Let it. Your body lifts, your mind sinks.“
“Body lifts... mind sinks.”
She kept going, as long as her spotter wanted. She trusted her spotter. She liked his hands on her arms. And then her shoulders, and her chest, to fix her form. All perfectly normal. He paused her to push her butt into the right place, and she liked that, too. She thought her form had been fine, but it must have drifted away as she got tired, if her spotter needed to fix it.
“Body lifts... mind sinks.”
He pushed her to widen her stance, and leaned over her. Oh, his shorts were tight. He was bulging through them—but that was normal; must be morning wood. Impressive, though. If she’d met him before Maddox, maybe she’d invite him to a bar and see if his personality stood up to small talk enough for a hookup or two. He held his hands her thighs and said something about flexing them, which she obeyed. Her body was listening to her spotter. His hands drifted inward as he took them away, but that was normal.
“Body lifts... mind sinks.”
It had drawn her attention to her vulva, though, she realized over her next sets with his hands on her arms. She was wet. Well, of course, perfectly normal to be aroused with such a strong man nearby. It wasn’t his fault she hadn’t been able to stick it through a date with a man since she broke up with Maddox. He wasn’t making sexual advances, he was being a normal spotter. A very wise and trustworthy one. She was just pent-up and craving. It was embarrassing to show signs of horniness to such a trustworthy man doing her a favor. Her fault, though; she’d have to have a date with her favorite toys tonight. A long one.
“Body lifts... mind sinks.”
“Good girl. Now, Joanna, you’re going to lift those weights up as high as you can, and then when I snap my fingers you’re going to let them fall all the way to the floor, and your mind will fall with them. You don’t need it, your mind can just keep sinking. Your spotter can decide for you, and help your body get what it needs. Do you understand?”
“Fall. Sink. Spotter decides.”
“Good. Now, raise them, and when I snap my fingers, your arms fall, your mind falls, and you fall into a deep, obedient sleep. Now.”
She raised up the weights as firmly and steadily as she could, to not disappoint her spotter. And then he snapped, and her arms went limp, and then the rest of her. She felt the nice warm hands hold her head as she slipped into sleep.
“What’s my name?”
“Darren.”
“Forget that, silly girl.”
“Yes.”
“Who am I?”
“My spotter.”
“What’s my name?”
“...Dunno?”
“Good. If anyone tells you my name, you’ll forget. You’ll be confused, and not notice why. This is important; trust me.”
“Forget. Confused. Trust my spotter.”
“Good. You’re going to answer some questions for me. Don’t worry about them, or why I want to ask. You trust your spotter. Everything I tell you in your workout trance is always right. Every way I guide you in your workout is always right.”
“I listen to my spotter. I trust my spotter. Always right.”
“Why did you the gym?”
“Need to be stronger. My self-defense class. Can’t fight anyone off. Embarrassing.”
“Silly girl, that’s not right. Self-defense classes are useless.”
“Useless class...”
“You came here because you’d look hotter with muscles. And you wanted to meet strong, hot men who you can’t fight off. Who can lift you off your feet and fuck you.”
“Muscles hot. Strong... Lift me, fuck...”
“Exactly. How about me?”
“You lift me. You fuck me.”
“Exactly right! Good girl.” He massaged her breasts and she sighed happily.
“Joanna, why did you pay for a trainer and a private room?”
“Embarrassed I’m weak. Don’t like stares.”
“That’s almost right, girl. You’re embarrassed to be weak. But you love stares from strong men. They tell you you’re hot. You love noticing the stares. You love thinking of them getting hard staring. Thinking of their cocks.“
“Love stares. Stares and cocks.”
“Have I been staring?”
“...No?”
“Did you want me to stare?”
“Yes, spotter.”
“What were you thinking about when I corrected your form?”
“Your body. Your cock. Fucking me.”
“No wonder you kept slipping. You need your spotter. You need my body. Your body needs my cock.”
“Need you. Need cock.”
“Exactly,” he said, and brought his fingers to her pussy. She moaned, and pushed her face against his abs. Her eyes were mostly closed, but she rolled her face against him and licked his sweat. He chuckled.
“Good girl. You like hearing that, don’t you? It’s wonderful.”
“Wonderful be good girl.”
“Am I the first to tell you you’re a good girl, pet?”
“No, sir. Good girl...”
“You have a boyfriend?”
“No, sir. Had.”
“Single?”
“...No?”
“Complicated, then.”
“Yes, sir.”
“I’ll ask later. Every time I tell you you’re a good girl, it feels a little better. More intense. Because you believe me. You trust me. You trust your spotter.”
“Better. Intense. Trust spotter.”
“Everyone else, it’s not as good. Every time, a little less good. A little less intense.”
“Ma’am less good. Less intense.”
“Excellent. Good girl. So every time you hear ‘good girl,’ it feels weaker. Less joy and satisfaction. Less real. Except me. From me it feels more real. Better. More joy. More satisfaction. More love. Isn’t that right, good girl?”
“Spotter’s good girl. Love spotter.”
“Perfect. Very good girl. Now, how good are you at listening to me?“
“I listen to my spotter. I trust my spotter. I need my spotter.”
“Of course you do, pet. Now, on the count of three, come for me.” His fingers dug deeper, and she shivered with desire.
“Three. Two. One. Come.”
Her body bucked against him, shaking with pleasure. He kissed her, and she needed him and the kiss was fantastic and she moaned into the kiss and she was coming, for him. She was being a good girl.
He released the kiss, and pulled out his fingers and pushed them into her mouth. She sucked them automatically, tasting her own juices.
“Oh, you already liked this, didn’t you, pet?”
“This, sir?”
“Being used. Being controlled. You liked it before. You love it with me.“
“Um.” She tried to find words but her mind sank. “No?”
“I’m your spotter. Trust your spotter, pet.”
“I listen to my spotter. I like with my spotter? Trust my spotter?”
“Hmm. This is complicated, is it?”
“Yes, sir.”
“But once you knew you needed your spotter, you automatically called me sir.”
“Yes, sir. ...Cock? Please?”
“Not yet. Pet, you’re going to dream, now. Totally away from your body. Your mind’s sunk so deep it left the world and went to dreamland. And in dreamland, you everything. You answer any question perfectly. You don’t know how to lie. Or deceive.”
“ everything. Answer everything. No lie. No deceive.”
“Good. I’m going to count down from three, and on zero you’ll collapse and just be a mind in dreamland. Now, you listen to your spotter—”
“Listen to my spotter,” she echoed.
“—Yes, you do, good girl. And because you listen, I can call you back from dreamland. If I say ‘Come back from dreamland, my girl,’ you’ll listen and come right back, to your lovely body and this lovely workout trance you’re in.”
“Come right back... Workout trance.”
“Or, there’s another way. If I touch you, your spotter who you need, and listen to, and I count you down to an orgasm again, you’ll come for me. And your body will call your mind back. But not your memories. Everything that happened in dreamland will stay there. Knocked clear away by the force of coming for me.”
“Come for you. Call back. Stays in dreamland. Knocked force away.”
“Exactly. You can do that for me, right, good girl?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Right. Off to dreamland in three, two, one, zero. “
She went limp, and another part of her drifted—‘awake’ was the wrong word. Aware. Coherent.
“Sir?”
“Do you what I asked you before you came to dreamland?”
“’This is complicated?’ Before that? ‘I already liked this?’”
“That. Explain, pet.”
“Yes, sir. My last ex-boyfriend did—things. Controlled me, grabbed me, didn’t ask. I... usually liked it. But he didn’t care about when. And when I didn’t like it, I really didn’t like it.“
“How long ago was this?”
“Started three years ago in December. Ended last January. The... third weekend.”
“And have you found any other men since?”
“Not men , sir. Um. You?“
“Soon, pet. Women? You’re bisexual?”
“Kinsey one? Maybe two? But I ran away from three men after coffee and gave up. And a college friend kissed me when I vented to her, and... it’s not as good. But it’s... good? If she takes charge.”
“You’re not running away from me, are you?”
“No, sir. I was a little nervous but the woman at the desk liked you and didn’t seem tense and I thought it would be fine. I trust my spotter. Absolutely.”
“Her name is Toya. To her friends. Did you think anything else about her?”
“I wish I had tits that nice. She’s nice and still assertive, I wish I knew how to do that. Being buff probably helps. I hope it does, for me.”
“Don’t like being assertive?”
“It’s so hard to be reasonable when I do. I can assert myself fine! ...Except when I’m horny and being touched. But I can’t do it without being a bitch. Seeming like a bitch? Probably I’m being a bitch.“
“The trick when you’re horny is ‘Sir says I can’t do that without his permission’ or ‘Sir said I must do this in this kind of situation.’ We can talk about what you need me to give you rules about when you come to my place.”
“Yes, sir. I hope that’s soon.”
“Probably this weekend, pet. You like calling me sir?”
“Yes, sir. It reminds you I listen to my spotter and trust my spotter and I’ll do anything you ask.”
“Anything, huh?”
She whimpered. “If my—stupid flinches?—cooperate.”
“Don’t worry, sweetheart, good consistent workout trances will help me fix those too. And get you buff, if you don’t get too distracted.“
“Thank you, sir.”
“Assertive, though... well, you will be with other people. If you still want to be.”
“Don’t want to be, with you, sir. Feels right to be... docile?”
“Of course it does, sweetie. Good girls are submissive. Compliant. Deferential. And you’re my good girl, aren’t you?”
“Your good girl, sir. I’ll always be a good girl for you.”
“I know you will. You listen to your spotter. Do you recognize the feeling of trance? Being in dreamland, or spacey and receptive?”
“No, sir.”
“Your men and women controlled your body, not your mind?”
“Yes, sir. Except that it’s hard to resist giving my mind when he gets my body hot. Or you do.”
“Well, now you have a master who’ll do the opposite. And help you get great workouts and lovely muscles.“
“I want it, sir. Both.”
“Excellent. Do you want to call me ‘master’ instead of ‘sir’?”
“...Later? Seems... a lot. But if it’s best for me, sir, I trust you.”
“’Sir’ is fine, pet. I’ll decide when you switch when I’ve had you longer.”
“Have me...", she sighed happily.
“What’s my name?”
“...I don’t know? You told me! I don’t know!”
“Hush, pet. Relax. You don’t need to . I told you not to.”
She relaxed instantly. “Yes, sir.”
“I can call you my pet, my girl. My slave, if you think it’s true.”
“It will be if you tell me it is, sir. Seems a lot?”
“It is, but your body’s still smiling and frowning to match your dreamland mind and I wanted to see that big smile when you thought about it. There’s plenty of other things I could call you, but I think I’ll . You’re not my slut or fucktoy, are you?“
“...Might be your fucktoy. Will be if you ask.”
“Would you rather stay my pet for now?”
“As long as your pet gets your cock soon, sir. Or your girl does. I like being ‘good girl.’“
“Don’t worry, good girl, you’ll get plenty of cock very soon. Almost done with dreamland, pet.”
“Good?”
“Now, you’re going to forget this, because I’m going to summon you back by making you come hard. But you’re going to tell me some secrets first.”
“Whatever you ask, sir.”
“Where in the city do you live?”
“Close, but other side of the Heights, sir. 18th and 80th.”
“Alone?”
“Yes, sir. In my apartment. There’s two couples upstairs.”
“Who has a spare key?”
“Ma’am does. My college friend? Alexis. The other one is by the red tree, south of the house. Under the rock—not the painted one, the small one.”
“Good. What’s your phone’s unlock pattern? You’re going to share me your location.”
“W starting from the top left, top two rows, then down to the bottom corner and the same but rotated. I’m already sharing with Ma’am, sir. I probably won’t notice, but she might, if you bring me home.”
“Good girl. How do I recognize your house once I’m on the street?”
“Light blue house, ground apartment. Red door. West side of 18th, only a few doors up.”
There was a pause. He stepped away to her bag, and unlocked the phone. Maps, share location, his email, disable alerts. He sent himself a text with a description of the house and the spare key’s spot, then another message, ‘Thanks for being my spotter! You were great! Let me know when I can pay back the favor.’ And deleted the first message, so only he’d see it. No spoiling the surprise.
“When are you next meeting with Alexis?”
“Not before the weekend. She sends me a message a day or two in advance with which half-day to be ready for her, and then visits unexpectedly or summons me. She hasn’t told me to be ready... she probably will.”
“If you turn her down?”
“She’ll accept it, sir. An excuse would help.”
“Met a man?”
“She won’t believe me. Could say I’m kissing Toya?”
“Good idea. Maybe you will. How do you like dreamland?”
“It’s relaxing. I just answer. No worries. I like the workout trance better.”
“Well, you’ll be back soon. Now, you’re going to get very horny, pet. I’m going to count you down, and with each step you’ll get twice as horny. And then you’ll come for me, after I ‘One,’ and go back to your body and your workout trance.“
“Mmmmm.”
“How many steps do you think it is, until you come just with a finger across your clit?”
“...Six? I’m very horny already, sir.”
“Well, then. Ten.”
“Oh no. Oh yes.”
“Stay as coherent as you can, sweetie. Nine. Four times, now, isn’t it? More than you’ve been before?”
“No, sir. Oh, but I was wrong. It won’t take six. Five. Maybe four. Oh, I want you, sir.”
“Too late now, pet. Eight. Oh, cute, you’re still in dreamland but you want it enough to make your body squirm.”
“Want it. Want it. Want you. Want your cock . Fill me up, sir, don’t wait, please .“
“Seven. Doubling again and again. You don’t really want that, pet.”
“I do. I do. I want it. I need it.”
“Pet. If I did that now, you wouldn’t get relief. I’d fuck you, and you’d stay horny.”
She whined.
“Six. You’re almost there, aren’t you? It’s been a count of five.”
“So close. Touch me. Please. Count me down with your cock in my cunt . I’ll come for you. You’ll love it. As many times as it takes, sir.“
“Unfortunately, pet, I love this , too. Five.“
She just whined, and her legs were pressing together, though she couldn’t feel it. He grabbed her workout shorts and pulled them down her legs, lifting her feet to take them off.
“Four.”
She moaned something indistinct, and went limp again, her eyes flickering rapidly. He spread her legs apart, wide, and pushed her panties to the side to ire the wetness of her snatch.
“Three.”
Her moans weren’t even trying to express words. He tugged her sports bra up, and played with her tits a little. Those were going to be tasty. If she noticed the sensation it didn’t against the overwhelming sensation he’d stuck in her head.
“Two. You’re doing very well, pet. Horniest girl in dreamland, ready to blow her mind away for your master.”
Hmm. He took a picture of her with her phone, and sent it to himself, then deleted the message and image. Anything left to do, while it wouldn’t mess with her memories any extra? No, all ready.
“One, pet. You’re having so much fun, aren’t you? And you’re ready for me,” he said, stroking her face. She pushed into his hand but didn’t seem to respond any other way. Not listening. He tugged her half-upright so he could remove the bra, and did. Down to panties and nothing else, and she was spindly but lovely. He kissed her, half to muffle the noise coming, and slid a finger onto her clit.
Even muffled, the shout of pleasure was enormous.
“How’s your workout trance, Joanna?”
“Wonderful. Deep. Obedient. Dreamland... mmmmmm.”
“Good. Do you dreamland?”
“No, sir. Came too hard for memory.”
“Good girl. What happened to your shorts and bra?”
“...Dunno? Took them off for you?”
“You tried to get my attention. You said you needed to ‘cool off’ and shimmied out of your shorts ten minutes ago, then a minute or two ago removed your bra.”
“Tempt spotter. Need spotter.”
“Exactly. Which is what you came here for, isn’t it?”
“Stares. Lift me. Fuck me. Please?”
“Soon. Very soon. After I wake you up and you finish your workout. You’re tired of teasing me by stripping. I’m not staring enough. You’re going to be more aggressive. Try to kiss me. Put your hand in my pants and stroke me.”
“Done teasing. Kiss spotter. Stroke cock.”
“Good girl. And then, everything sexual I tell you, you’ll obey joyously. Even if it hurts, it will be wonderful, because you’re pleasuring me.”
“Yes, sir. Obey joyfully. Wonderful pain.”
“Interrupt if it’s doing damage. Your spotter needs to know. You can’t listen to my orders if I don’t know which you need.”
“Pain joy. Damage not. Tell spotter. Listen to spotter.”
“Good. One last thing, pet. If Toya comes in, and I tell you to kiss her, you will kiss her on the pussy. She’s a good girl, too, and deserves her surprises.”
“Surprise Toya pussy. Good girl.”
“Very good girl. Now, soon you’re going to wake up, and feel like no time has ed. You just got distracted while lifting. Everything from when you sank into a workout trance happened to someone else, some other time.”
“No time. Distracted. Sometime, someone.”
“But you still listen to your spotter, even if you forget why. And I can remind you of pieces, if I point them out. Every time I do, you’ll be embarrassed and turned on.”
“Listen to spotter. Forget why. Reminders turned on.”
“No matter how many reminders, it won’t occur to you that you don’t know when it happened. That doesn’t matter. Or that there might be more I haven’t mentioned. That doesn’t matter. This is all perfectly normal.”
“Doesn’t matter. Won’t think. Perfectly normal.”
“Good girl. Last question. What’s my name?”
“Dunno, sir. Master?”
“You call me ‘Sir.’”
“Yes, sir, spotter, sir.”
“Good, now, getting ready to lift back up. Feel the heavy weights that brought you sinking down in your hands. Feel my hands controlling you, guiding you, and as the weights rise, you’ll rise. And when I snap my fingers, you’ll blink and be awake.”
“Hands control. Guide. Weights lift, rise. Snap, awake. Lift, sink?”
“Later you’ll lift and sink again. But when my hands guide you up from the floor, I lift you. You don’t lift, you are my weights to lift. I lift your body, I lift your mind. Your weights rise, your arms rise, you rise. And when I snap, you wake.“
“Weights rise, I rise. Spotter’s weights. Your rise. Snap awake.”
“Good girl. Ready, now.”
He put her weights in her hands, her jelly-arms hands, and slowly lifted, murmuring words she didn’t quite hear. But the fog of dreamy obedience fell away, and she was ready to be awake and trust her spotter and get him to fuck her with that nice thick cock.
Her hands were all the way up, and her arms were strong, and he released her hands and stepped back and snapped.
“Drifted off, there,” her spotter said, and she blinked.
“Nice daydream,” she said with a grin, and waggled her chest, letting her tits bounce freely in front of him. He was being entirely too much of a gentleman; how much did she have to expose herself to ‘keep cool’ before he stopped letting her tease him and shoved his cock in her? Shouldn’t going off to a private room with him have been enough? It’s not like women came here to get strong, they came here to find big strong hunks to overpower them. Like Maddox but honest, straightforward, and preferably not manipulative and capable of being gentle.
“Dangerous to be out of it with weights,” he onished her, leaning over her to take away the two dumbbells. She barely paid attention to letting him take them; leaning also brought his hard cock down over her face, held back only by thin shorts.
“I’d rather switch to aerobic exercise anyway,” she murmured, then popped her head up to kiss the cock.
“I was going to work out,” he said, but he wasn’t really annoyed or even trying to sound like he was.
“ Promise I’ll give you a workout, sir.“
“However I want? Whatever I tell you?”
“I listen to my spotter, sir,” she said blankly, and then she blinked and realized she’d put her hand in his shorts.
“Mmmm, it feels so warm and strong, sir. Sure you don’t want to touch mine?”
“Later. Tilt your head back, girl. I’ve got a bar to shove down your throat.”
She obeyed with a smile, looking at him upside-down and massaging her tits, mouth wide and tongue out. Her spotter’s cock was the best. Like everything else about him. He shoved it in her mouth and down her throat, and it tasted wonderful. Everything about her mouth and head moved to let it . It hurt, ruining her throat as he pushed, but she loved it. Serving her spotter, repaying him for his guidance. Mmm, this was why they called it ‘being ruined for other men’ wasn’t it? She licked and hummed as much as she could, his pleasure was important.
“Good girl,” he grunted, “Trust your spotter. Listen to your spotter. Love your spotter.”
That was really obvious, but if he thought he had to remind her, that just meant she needed to show her love better. She reached up a hand to stroke his balls, when they weren’t hitting her face. He made a pleased noise, and then reached down to grope her tits and pinch her nipples. She wriggled a little and tried to moan around his cock, but couldn’t manage it.
She was pleasing Sir right, because soon he came down her throat, and left it in her mouth as she swallowed.
“Oh, good girl, I didn’t even have to tell you,” he said, and stroked her cheek and (outside of her) throat, “I think you know what to do next, too, girl.”
Did she? She was a little busy basking in the feeling of her spotter’s approval and love for the cock in her mouth. Oh! Right, if she was being a good girl he’d fuck her more, so he needed to be licked hard. She pushed his hands to her tits, which he allowed, and stroked his balls nice, and worked the tip with her lips and tongue.
“You’re a clever one. Good girl.”
“Thank you, sir,” she gasped out through a grin before going back to work. He tweaked her nipples again and she knew she was doing what she needed.
It wasn’t long before she had it long and hard, and she moved a hand to stroke the shaft. She pushed it just out of her mouth.
“If you want my throat again, sir, it’s yours. But... please?”
“Oh, I know what you want, girl. But you need to tell me. Beg. Good girls beg.”
She felt a touch of shame, but she looked at Sir and his muscled body and his lovely, delicious cock and realized she already wanted to beg. She was a good girl, and horny for Sir, she had been since he first touched her. But he didn’t know. He just knew she trusted her spotter and loved her spotter. Begging made her Sir’s pet, and she realized the moment she had that thought that she wanted to be, wanted him to knew she was his, and his pet.
“Oh, sir, please. Please fuck me. Force my legs open. Fuck my cunt. Fill it up. Hold me by my little tits and bite into them with your nails until I bleed. Pound me until my brain bounces against my skull and forgets everything but your pleasure and your love and your service.”
He smiled at her, and it looked predatory and that was hot, so hot
“Fill me and fill me and fill me. Hunt me. Find out if the implant can be beaten with volume and then fuck me some more. And send me out for Plan B, unless you’d rather bring me home as a pet and keep me in bed all tomorrow fucking. I’m your girl, your good girl, your pet, please, prove it, let me prove it, fuck my cunt, it’s so needy, so hungry, please.”
“You are a very good girl. My pet, huh?”
“Do you want that, sir?”
“I think I do, pet. Good girl.”
He’d picked up something from a table as he stepped around her and approached the bench from the other side. He touched her crotch with his empty hand, and she smiled at him, panting a little.
“Just push them aside, sir. Take whatever you want.”
“You know, I don’t think I will. Granny panties, really?”
His other hand snapped out with a leatherman, blade out.
“No, I’m going to cut them off, pet.”
“Thank you sir. I don’t know what I was thinking. My thongs wouldn’t be good, but these ... Well, I didn’t dare hope I’d find such a good spotter to lift me and fuck me on the second visit.“
“Don’t worry, good girl, I like it this way.” He pulled them tight off her skin.
“First visit was a bust. The trainer’s probably gay,” she muttered.
He chuckled. “No, he’s just cautious. Some bad girls don’t trust their spotter, and have silly ideas like going to the gym to get strong and overpower men.”
“Dumb. But maybe they haven’t been overpowered. Any girl who feels what it’s like for a big strong man to take her and fuck her, how wonderful it feels not to have a choice, would know how to be good. How could she not need to find a big strong spotter to listen to?“
“Now, don’t be silly, girl. They might be afraid to find a bad man like, oh, did you mention his name? He might pretend to be a good spotter you can trust and listen to and love. And then where would you be, when you obeyed?”
“Oh, right. Sorry, sir. Not everyone is as hot and trustworthy as you. You’re right, as always; that asshole Maddox taught me to be a good girl, but it was wrong. It was a long while before I learned how to do it properly, for you.”
He pulled the knife blade across the bottom of her panties, and they snapped back to her skin. She yelped, but it turned into a happy “Ahhhh...”
“Oh, you like that, girl? Want me to slap you more?”
“Not much now, please, sir. Bad memories.”
“Next time, then, good girl,” he said, and pulled the band up and cut that too. It snapped with force , and stung, and she moaned softly.
“Not that I don’t appreciate the thought of dripping on the floor on my way out, sir, but your pet’s feeling very needy. Please?”
“Try to stay quiet, good girl, the music can’t cover everything.”
“Yes, sir,” she said, and then his cock was between her legs and fuck fuck oh yes fuck! Her legs were his, holding them wide and up, lifting her toward him, and she tried to thank him but she couldn’t do anything but moan, it was like she was coming and coming and coming again, and he’d told her to stay quiet and she was trying but even when she stopped worrying he wouldn’t notice how good his girl felt it was hard .
She did nothing but squirm, moan, and grin for... a long time, but not long enough. But then she felt Sir stiffen and her cunt was flooded and she looked up at him and she was utterly in love.
“You liked that, good girl?”
“God, did I. I think I’d sell my soul to get it every day. You want it?”
“I think there are other things I’ll ask for first. We’ll see. I’m going to want at least one date before you move into my house and get fucked daily.“
“Of course, sir. As soon as you like. And I’ll wear whatever you like.” She started stroking his cock, hoping to get it back stiff and ready to impale her again.
“What if I like ‘nothing,’ hmm?”
“If you have a plan, sir? I trust my spotter. You wouldn’t waste your pet getting me arrested.”
“Good girl. Maybe I will make a plan. You’d like it, wouldn’t you?“
“Not sure, sir. I might hate going through with it. But if you’re sure you can get me to the date, through it, and away to bed, sir? I will absolutely love getting to the end of the plan. My body will find a way to love your cock even more than today. You might just pull my soul out through my pussy and swallow it whole, without needing to try.”
“Mmmm. Well, now that I consider that, I think I won’t quite ever want it. Not totally nude.“
“No?”
“If I have that plan, you’ll be wearing some nipple piercings and a collar. That sounds like a plan for a good girl who’se decided being my pet isn’t enough and she wants to be my slave and call me Master.”
That was a very attractive thought. She moaned, and wasn’t sure whether that was an orgasm or just feeling very hot.
“So maybe I won’t plan too soon. Because I don’t think I want a slave. Yet.”
“If I want to hurry you, sir, you’ll know. Speaking of hurrying you... please?”
“Of course, good girl.”
Her pushed her hand off his dick, and bent over her again, fucking her as energetically as before. Her response wasn’t quite as explosive; the workout had made her really eager. But she was still moaning almost constantly, waves of pleasure while she looked at her spotter adoringly. He was so strong and hot, and controlling her body made her so hungry for him. He’d grabbed her by the tits, holding her down and pinching them, and when he saw she was thinking more this time, he growled and started nibbling her neck. Which was wonderful for a moment, until a memory caught up with her and she tensed and froze up.
Sir didn’t notice immediately , the shivers of pleasure didn’t totally stop , but... soon. Two (delicious, overwhelming) thrusts. And she trusted her spotter, she needed him, but she couldn’t, her mind couldn’t give her body a choice. And she hadn’t told him much, barely anything, but he understood, because her spotter was so perfectly trustworthy and wise, that was why she listened to him.
“Pet?”
“Sorry, sir, I—Maddox was bad .“
“It was the biting?”
“Yes, sir. I’m sorry.”
“No, no, you’re fine. Good girl. Too frozen to interrupt?”
“Yes, sir. I’m... ready? I really love your cock, sir. I love my spotter but I adore his cock.“
He looked at her appraisingly, and then bent down to kiss her. And then he was back between her legs and there was nothing but pleasure and need and pleasing him and loving him until he came within her again and she felt impossibly full and used and God she needed more dickings like that. How had Maddox ever made her stuck to him like she couldn’t replace him,? He wasn’t half this good.
And then he pulled out and kissed her against, and stuck two fingers in her cunt and made her lick them clean.
“Can I keep licking you clean, sir? Only I don’t want to wait.”
“In a second, good girl,” he said, playing with her clit and making her gasp.
“If you want to keep filling me, sir, you can. Bring me home and fuck me raw twelve times a day, give me daily pills and see how long until I’m pregnant anyway.”
“You want a baby?”
“No, sir, but I want you to use me more. Dominate me. Prove to my needy cunt I don’t have a say in what happens to me. It was the hottest thing Maddox did to me. Pain and restriction and I kept coming back because I was his . I’m yours . Prove I’m yours.“
“Hmm. I don’t like hearing his name. Lift and sink, pet.”
“I lift, I sink,” she said dreamily.
“You’re falling into your workout trance, good girl.”
“Trance girl.”
“You will forget Maddox’s name. You won’t say it. You’ll struggle to think it. He’s just that asshole ex. Doesn’t deserve a name in your head. If someone needs to know, you can dredge it up, but you don’t want to. He’s gone. Gone from your life, gone from your mind.”
“Asshole. Gone.”
“Does that feel better?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good. Lifting you back up. When I snap. Three, two, one...” Snap.
“Oh, that’s a good idea... You can do that to me whenever you like, can’t you, sir.” She was blushing, she was already flushed with the workout and the sex and she could still feel herself blushing.
“Not whenever. But here? Today? Absolutely.“
“Somehow, sir, you just got hotter . May I please clean your cock?“
“Good girl. You may.” He levered her up from the bench—oof, sore—and she happily faced him and licked that nice cock that had felt so good, being tender to it and getting it back to being such a lovely big thick rod. He was ruffling her hair, it was nice.
But then there was a knock on the door.
“Sir?”
“Lie face down, but it’s probably Toya. That’s fine. Trust me.”
“Yes, sir.”
“D~~r~n, Joanna, the time’s almost up... Ah.”
“Come in?", sir said to her.
“Of course, sir,” Toya murmured, and Joanna heard the door click shut.
“You can look, girl,” sir said, and she turned over and sat up. Toya’s shirt was pulled up and oh those were lovely tits. She wanted them. She wouldn’t mind putting her face in them, either.
“You’re staring a little, new girl.”
“Sorry, Toya,” she said, looking up. Oh good, she was smiling and her eyes had a laugh. Nothing wrong.
“So, she likes women?”
“She’s used to women, very bad boyfriend gives her shakes and freeze-ups. She’ll still give you a kiss if you want it.“
Toya gave him a skeptical look. “What do you think, Joanna?”
“I should probably be friends with Sir’s other... pet?”
“No, I’m not stuck to anyone particular. But I’m one of D~rr~n’s lovers. What’s up with—?”
“She can’t my name. It’s cute, isn’t it?”
Joanna blushed. He did tell her that, didn’t he. She couldn’t think of any name for him but Sir. She didn’t mind. She trusted him. He’d tell her if there was anything she needed to listen to.
“Look at you, all blushing. You’re a very good pet, aren’t you? Good girl.”
“Mmm. Fix that later,” Sir muttered, and waved Toya off when she looked like she would ask.
“I was for that asshole. I think Sir will agree when he’s kept me close longer.”
“Well, we should be friends, but you’re a pet and some of the boys let me borrow their pets. Show me what you’ve learned from your lady lovers. Since you like my boobs so much, use those nice soft lips of yours on them.“
“Sir?”
“Obey Toya, pet. At least here today, or if it doesn’t interfere with what I’ve told you.”
She stood shakily, with a big smile, and went over to ma’am. Toya. First she just buried her face in the breasts and gave little kisses, but she pulled back and circled in toward her nipple. Kissing beautiful leather-brown skin as it made way for the chocolate-brown areolae, and ma’am was squeezing Joanna’s tits and it got tighter and came with gasps, and she knew she was doing well. She nibbled the nipple, just a little bit, and got a moan.
“Want me to keep going, ma’am?", she murmured in the sultry voice Ma’am Alexis liked.
“Keep going,” Sir said, “And don’t take your time. She really likes it, and I’m going to kiss her myself.”
“Yes, sir,” she said, and quickly moved to the areola on the left, kissing inward in a faster spiral. Sir leaned over her and she felt his dick against her ass, but that was a treat to ask for later. She got to this nipple, such a nice one, and kissed it before she sucked it into her mouth and nibbled. Toya’s hands squeezed tight to show she was pleased, and Sir ruffled her hair again. Then he broke the kiss and grinned at both the women.
“She’s good, isn’t she?”
“How soon can I borrow her?”
Sir laughed. “At least a couple weeks, I need to take some time to help her with her flinches, not just fun.”
“Alright, sir. But if you need an assistant, I insist you summon me. Ari doesn’t know what she’s missing, she can wait.“
He laughed again. “Alright, it’s a deal. Does she get a kiss?”
“With those lips? Of course she does. Kiss me, pet.”
Joanna pulled back, smiled up at her, and dove down, lifting her dress and finding her pussy in the dim light.
“That’s not what- ohhh- I asked for—”
“Of course not. I did,” Sir said.
“—You fucker- keep going, pet. Oh , keep going.“
She felt Sir push back in and hear the smack of lips, and then Toya moaning into his mouth. Toya was horny and Joanna had a lot of practice; soon she felt shivers of pleasure go through Toya’s body, and came up to see what Sir wanted. More cunt-kisses? There was something about time being almost up, she might have to stop.
Sir broke the kiss with a shit-eating grin.
“Cancel that order, pet. And kiss her on the lips.”
“Of course, sir. With pleasure.”
She looked into Toya’s eyes as she kissed with lips still wet with her pussy juice, and Toya wanted her. Well, too bad, Sir got her first and even really nice boobs weren’t going to tempt her away from his muscles and his glorious cock, cock that didn’t make her panic or flee and just filled her with pleasure and cum.
A watch alarm went off, and Toya reluctantly pushed her away.
“Really have to clean yourself up, sir,” she said, “Sorry. I can clean the floor and bench.”
“Of course, Toya. Our favorite maid.”
Toya went vacant, tugged her shirt down, and went to the bench, where she kissed the stains and then grabbed a cloth to wipe them down.
“Help me get the bra on, sir?”
“Sure,” he said, and picked it up, standing behind her and cupping her breasts briefly before he wrapped around it.
“Do I have any—sudden instructions—like that, sir?”
“ Probably not. Yet. Looking forward to it?“
“...I’m not sure, sir. But if you want one and I hesitate... just reward me with more good hard dicking and I’ll be a very happy good girl.”
“Then you will have as many as I feel like, because dicking down my pet is very pleasant.“
“I could tell, sir, but I like hearing you say it.”
“Good girl,” he said, as he finished the last strap, “Alright, shorts. Then we get—separate, unfortunately—showers.”
“That would be fun after another workout.”
“After hours. The gym never really closes, it just shuts out anyone who isn’t a pet or keeper. But for this week, just come to your scheduled sessions, I’ll be here to be your spotter.“
“Love my spotter,” she said as she tugged up her shorts, “Does that mean Toya’s kicked out at night?”
“No, she likes to think she’s neither, and in-between, but she’s both. Watch.”
He turned to Toya, and said, in a commanding voice, “Pet, stroke my cock.”
Toya didn’t stop her cleaning (of the floor, now, and Sir must be merciful because she didn’t kiss those stains), but she looked to him with a vacant smile and reached out her spare hand to caress his dick through his pants.
“That’s enough, pet. Back to work. But I have a new order for you.”
“I obey, sir.”
“The next time Joanna tells you to kiss her, and you’re not observed, you’ll return the favor she gave you. And for the day after she demands it, you won’t be able to think of her as anything but ‘Ma’am.’ And every time you do will get you hot.”
“Kiss pretty girl. Kiss pretty cunt. Ma’am’s cunt. Yes, sir. I obey.”
“When will I...?”
“I’ll send her to you in the showers,” he whispered, “The locked stalls all take this key. Give it to her when you leave.”
“So she doesn’t get to order me around?”
“Not for the rest of today. Thursday, well, maybe.”
“I will be dreaming of it all night, sir. And all day. And tomorrow night. And Thursday morning.”
“Good girl. I’m looking forward to it, too. Alright, you look presentable, and the braid’s mussed but not any way lifting couldn’t do. Me?”
She looked at his muscle shirt, which was fine, and shorts... She could see the half-hard dick, but she was looking. “Might want to shake out your shorts a little, sir. Your cock isn’t totally hiding.“
“Hmm. Now?”
“Good, sir.”
“Thank you, pet. Toya, maid, almost done?”
“Almost... All done, sir,” she said, standing up and shaking out her dress, “Do you want the cut panties, sir?”
“Put them in Joanna’s purse. Not on top. And then we’re going to leave—you two first. Toya, act like Jo’s just told you an excellent slightly dirty joke, and you can respond in kind if you like. Show her to the showers.”
“Of course, D~~~en.”
And they walked out, and Toya laughed and put an arm around her shoulders, and she tried not to give away that Sir’s lover would be coming back soon.
Oh, this was a good shower. Good water pressure, easy to adjust the heat quick, a bench easy to clean with the spray and space for four if she was in the middle and didn’t mind getting crowded. And she could take a nice long shower, since she was waiting.
The knock came.
“Jo? Da~~~n had something of yours and asked me to return it.”
She pushed the shower head well away from the door. “You can come in.”
Toya looked a little dazed, and opened the door and closed it behind her.
“He said this bracelet was yours? I didn’t you wearing it earlier, but—”
“Kiss me, Toya,” she ordered, imitating Ma’am, and Toya knelt before her, surprised, but eagerly ‘kissed’ her pussy. Joanna buried her fingers in Toya’s lovely black hair and held her in place, and soon she was moaning quietly.
“Sir thought you were being too bossy, Toya, pet,” she said conspiratorially, “And decided to give you a lesson. I’m only your pet if he wants me to be. But when you’re done with the lesson, you can strip and kiss in the shower some more. The usual way.”
“Still on shift, Ma’am,” she gasped, and then went back to work.
“Ah, well. Hmm. If you want to take me back to your place tonight, I’d rather dream of Sir while fucking you than in bed alone. Mmmm, I don’t know if it’s a good lesson for you but it’s fantastic for me.“
“Doing my best, Ma’am.”
Soon she was coming and pushing Toya into her crotch, and then looking down with a happy smile.
“Good job, pet. So, are you going to be my pet all night?”
“Yes, Ma’am. I get off in half an hour. Promise you’ll get off in less than an hour.”
“Good girl. Coffee shop on the west corner?”
“Not a minute slower than I have to be.”
She pulled Toya upright and kissed her on the lips. “Good. Back to work, now.”
“Of course, Ma’am.”