At The Cabin Molly Stacy and Max
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Well, summer is around the corner and I decided it was time to get in shape for my summer clothes. I bit the bullet and signed up at a fitness center not too far from my house and even sprang for the extra cost of a fitness trainer while I was at it. I figured it might do me some good to have someone that would make sure that I was doing everything the way that I needed to.
My first trip was a couple of weeks ago and was quite an ordeal. I met Max, my trainer and got started. The first thing he had me do was change into my workout clothes and put together my personal profile. He weighed me and asked all of the basic health questions. Then, much to my surprise because he is a guy, I had to stand there while he took all of my measurements. It was very obvious that he wasn’t going to be a wuss about it. His hands brushing around the sides of my breasts and his fingertips touching both of my nipples as he pulled the tape around. I thought I was going to die of embarrassment as my nipples stiffened to his touch. I tried to just look away, but I saw the look in his eyes and I knew that he noticed. When he went to do my waist measurement he actually crouched down on the floor, his face was practically in my crotch. I was glad that I was wearing shorts over my spandex leggings or he probably could have seen that my pussy got wet just thinking about what he could do down there.
Did I mention what Max looks like? Uhhg. He is gorgeous. About 6’4?, jet black hair, chiseled jaw line, and searing blue eyes. And since he is a personal trainer, of course, he is ripped.
OK, back to my story. He even measured my inseam and I don’t think it was an accident that his fingers brushed my pussy lips while he did it. I thought my knees were going to buckle.
Once it was time to work out, here’s how it went down.
?OK, Ariana, first things first.? He said. ?I am a personal trainer by profession because I take health and fitness very seriously. I don’t take on clients that are going to jack around during the week and then expect me to make miracles happen in the gym. Understood?? I was a little taken aback, but decided that I didn’t want to end this before it even started so I said ?yes, of course.? Then he pulled out a piece of paper, a contract for me to sign, that stated that I would work very hard during the week to do all of the things that Max instructed me to do and keep a diary of my diet and exercise for him to review. I glanced at it and signed it without reading the fine print. A mistake I would later become very aware of. ?Good? he said, ?Now we can get started. Just remember that if you don’t abide by this contract there will be consequences, ending with possibly revoking your gym membership.? ?Consequences?? I asked. ?Yes.? Was all he said.
So each week I began to keep my diary. I would come to the gym, he would read it over while I warmed up and then he would create a workout based on what I had accomplished over the week. I enjoyed our sessions very much. Mostly because he was very hands on during each session and it turned me on enough that I would masturbate when I got home fantasizing about fucking him on the weight bench. Then week three arrived.
?Where’s your diary?? Max said without as much as a hello. ?Uhh. I forgot it, I’m sorry.? Silence?. ?I told you that I take this very seriously?. ?Geez Max, I can tell you what I did this week; don’t be such a jerk about it.? I said. Starting to feel a little irritated at being treated like a child. Then something happened that I would never have expected and will never forget. He grabbed my arm and pulled me into the men’s locker room. ?If you’re going to behave like a little brat, then I am going to treat you like one?. He sat down on the bench and pulled me over his lap like a little girl. I was suddenly aware of his size as he was so much larger than I was that my feet came up off the floor and my ass was up in the air. He began to spank me like a naughty school girl. ?I told you not to cross me.? He said as his hand was alternating from one cheek to the other. ?From now on, we will start each session with a punishment fitting of the level of effort that you are putting forth to be healthy.? He sternly said. ?No way? I cried out. ?You can’t do this. I’ll sue the gym and I’ll sue you? Tears began to fall down my face and my ass was on fire. ?So sorry, Ariana, but you signed the contract stating that you would accept all of the consequences of not performing up to my expectations. You also said that you would not pursue legal action of any kind. You should read the fine print before you sign something.? *smack* *smack* It just wouldn’t end. I tried to reach back with my right hand but he just held it behind me and kept going. Then as quickly as it began, he stopped. I was short of breath and crying full out at this point. I thought for sure he was done when he let me stand up. I couldn’t even look him in the eye I was so humiliated.
?Come with me to my office and we’ll work this out.? He turned and headed out of the locker room with me following behind trying not to let people see my red face and feeling as if everyone would know that I had a red ass to match. When we got to his office he sat down on the small couch. ?I decided that I would at least make this a little more private to finish.? He said. ?Finish? haven’t you done enough?? I cried. Then without even answering me, he reached out, pulled down my shorts and my leggings in one swift motion and pulled me back across his lap. I couldn’t believe what was happening! There I was half naked in front of this gorgeous guy, once again displayed ludely like an errant child. His hand rubbed across my sore bottom. ?My, my, you do mark up very well, nice and red?. My whole body flushed, and yet I didn’t just get up and walk out. Why? ?I know this is difficult for you Ariana, but I think we both know that it is what you have really needed all along. What you want. I sense it in you that you need to let go and be the submissive that you really are.? Submissive? What was he talking about?
Then it started again. It was slower and more deliberate this time, but his hand smacked down on my ass just as hard. *smack* *smack* After each one he would rub his hand around to soothe the area he had just spanked. Then he began to pepper my thighs as well. I had lost all of the fight that had been in me before. All I could think about was what I must look like to him with my ass in the air and my legs splayed out across the couch. ?Tell me that you need this Ariana, say thank you when I spank you.? *smack* He waited. I couldn’t say it, even though something in me was beginning to feel like I wanted to. ?Say thank you, Sir or it is going to get worse little girl.? Silence filled the air as he waited for me to step across the precipice to what could possibly be my new life. ?Thank you?..sir? I finally said. Then I began to cry. I was so wrapped up in my own thoughts, my own humiliation that I didn’t immediately notice his hand moving up my thigh so that his fingers brushed up against my pussy. ?Oh my, Ariana, you DO need this.? He said. I realized what he was doing and tried to close my legs, but I just managed to push his hand onto my cunt even harder. ?I just gave you your very first spanking and your pussy is soaking wet.? I could feel his fingers sliding easily from my ass through to my clit and became acutely aware of how wet I had become.
My mind raced. How could this be? How did I go from my confident workplace mode into this submissive state where being controlled and punished by this man that I barely know makes my pussy throb with desire? He began to massage my clit in a masterful way that I don’t know that I’ve ever experienced. My whole body flushed and my pussy was throbbing. I couldn’t help myself and began to slowly hump his fingers, my legs parting to give him full view of me. Of my engorged pussy lips. He slowly slid his fingers inside of me and just let me fuck his fingers at my own rhythm. ?Good girl, Ariana. You know you need to show me what a little slut you are.? He reached around with his other hand and began to lightly spank me again. The pain and the pleasure suddenly became one and I was lost in it. Not caring how I looked or what this might mean I had become.
He was sliding his fingers in and out of my wet hole and up into my ass crack. I was unaware that he was doing it to lubricate me until I felt his thumb press into my ass. I gasped, ?Please sir, I can’t?.? I ran out of words, the protest just wasn’t there. He used his index finger to find my clit again and began to massage me in a way that I knew wouldn’t take long. ?Are you going to cum for me little slut?? ?Yes? I answered. Without even thinking about the fact that I had just agreed that I was his little slut. ?Well, don’t do it without asking my permission first. That is going to be our new rule; you have to ask me for permission to cum, to change clothes, to shower, to do anything. Do you understand?? ?Yes. Please may I cum, I can’t hold on any longer ?..? He stopped his hand for a moment and I cried out. ?No, don’t stop!? ?Ok, little slut, but don’t ever tell me what you can and cannot do again. Just keep humping my fingers little slut. Think about how you are displayed for me, how I can see your bright red ass checks and feel your cunt on my legs as you fuck my fingers and I probe your tight ass. Only little sluts do that. Little sluts that need to be controlled, and punished when they do wrong.?
I began to lose control, fucking his hand, pushing my cunt against his thigh, feeling his fingers in all of my intimate places. ?Please sir, I will be your slut, if you will just let me cum? My mind raced as the words escaped my lips. ?Yes, my little slut, you have my permission.? Immediately, my body exploded. I grabbed at the couch cushions, my whole body tensed. I could feel my pussy capturing his fingers inside of me, pulsing, almost vibrating. The wave of pleasure and shame was more than I could ever imagine. It felt like an eternity and then it was over.
Then the reality of what had just happened came back to me. The shame of what I had just done, how I had just displayed myself for this man. He slowly pulled his fingers out of my pussy and pulled me up to sit on his lap. He pulled my face up so that I had to look him in the eyes. I could still smell myself on his hand. I began to cry. ?There is nothing to cry about Ariana. It is obvious that this is who you are and what you need. There is nothing wrong with that. From now on when you come in to work out I will make sure that you get all of the benefits of your workout, but I will also make sure that your sluttish, submissive needs are met as well. When we are out on the floor, you will call me Sir, and I may be even harder on you than I have been. But when we are done, you will be punished for any transgressions during the week and any lack of effort that I see during your workout. You will please me when I tell you to, and you will be rewarded for doing so. Do you understand?? Silence again?.could I really do this? Could I turn myself over to this man knowing what I know about myself now? ?Yes? I finally answered. ?Yes, what, little slut??
?Yes, Sir.?
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