Date: Tue, 19 Mar 2013 10:33:28 -0500
From: Your old friend Tappy <tappymcwidestance@gmail.com>
Subject: Natalie at the Gym (Revised)

Natalie at the Gym
By Tappy McWidestance

Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Natalie. I am 38 years old and I
am an executive at a large corporation that everybody knows. I'm also
divorced, mainly because I am married to my career. My husband was a
concession to the company as expectations are that executives will be "good
upstanding family people." Not that I am not attracted to men, mind
you. It's just that I understand that my focus has always been on work and
not on relationships. Even in college I never had a boyfriend last for more
than a month or so as I was focused on my studies. Not that they didn't
try. I never lacked for choice of guys (and even a few girls in my
sorority) trying to get into my pants. Even at my age I still turn heads
athough I'm a little softer and curvier than I was 20 years ago.

Since my divorce last year I have struggled getting back into the dating
scene. Although I'm attractive, the men that turn my fancy seem to all want
younger women. But sexually I have needs even if I tend to repress them to
work more. I have basically given up on finding a "boyfriend" and instead
have relegated myself to finding a good one night stand when my needs break
through my attempts to repress them. This New Years Eve (spent at a party
with work friends but without a date) I made the clichˇd decision to
join a gym and try to get into better shape and give up the quest for a
mate completely.

I found a small gym near my house that seemed perfect for my needs. It was
open early enough for me to go before work and also had evening hours which
meant I could burn off any pent up sexual energy when needed. The gym was
pretty basic. There was a free weight room, a room with weight machines, a
room for treadmills and ellipticals, a couple of aerobics and massage
studios and a basic locker room facility. It seemed to attract a mix of
hard core fitness types and "social" gym types looking more for a hook
up. As usual, once I made a decision I went at hit hard core. I alternated
between weights and cardio days arriving at 5am when they opened. 45
minutes later I would be in the shower and home just after 6 to get dressed
in my conservative suit for work. I didn't make many friends beyond the
daughter of the owner who usually opened the place. She was the one who
suggested I take one of the aerobics classes. I didn't know it then, but
that simple suggestion changed the course of my life.

Her name was Kristy and she taught the beginner's aerobics class. She was
19 and going to school for a personal trainer's license although I could
not see anything she had to learn to succeed in the fitness arena. I wasn't
sure if she was taking it easy on us because it was the first class or
because she thought that was all the beginners could handle, but I was
breezing through her routine. It was so easy that I was able to let my mind
wander a bit. I must admit that I had daydreamed about some hunk on the
treadmill next to me before (even though I had made a pact with myself that
the gym was for work not play) but instead of some beefy guy I found my
attention drawn to Kristy and the way she moved. This surprised me.

She was very beautiful. As you would expect she was thin and muscular. Not
bodybuilder muscular but toned and perfectly shaped. She had the angelic
face of youth, small breasts as you would expect on someone with such low
body fat, long blond hair pulled into a pony tail and the most exquisitely
tight backside I'd ever seen. Did I really just describe another woman's
ass as exquisite? I shook my head trying to clear out the naughty
thoughts. She was half my age. Heck if I had any kids they could be her
age. And I wasn't attracted to women let alone girls.

As I said before in college I had no shortage of choices for partners and a
couple of the known lesbian girls in my sorority tried to recruit me. I'd
always pushed them away although one night at a party when I was drunk I
did end up making out with one of them. She even managed to get her hands
under my shirt before I came to my senses. I had to stop her because if she
moved on to snaking her digits down my pants she would have found I was wet
for her. I know college is the time for experimentation and in retrospect I
should have let her do whatever she wanted, but at the time I was na•ve
and scared of being labeled gay. Now with 20 more years of life experience
behind me, maybe my mind was trying to tell me something. I looked at her
again.

Her movements, though purposeful, seemed graceful and elegant. Her pony
tail bobbed back and forth and I imagined one of my single night studs
grabbing hold of it while he drilled her from behind. She had so much
stamina. She must be a great fuck, I mused. Some guy was undoubtedly lucky
to be enjoying her body. As I fantasized about what she looked like
grunting under the purposeful assault of a suitor, I found my pussy
beginning to moisten. It has been some time since I'd' gone hunting for
some cock. I masturbated frequently to take the edge off, but I missed
orgasming with the help of another hot sweaty body. Maybe Friday night I'd
have to do something about the itch. Class ended and we headed to the
showers. Kristy unfortunately didn't join us. I quickly rinsed off and got
dressed. The eyeful of naked women in the dressing room and my idealized
vision of Kristy was enough to convince me I had a date with my trusty
vibrator at home.

That night I had my first orgasm thinking about Kristy but it wasn't my
last. At first my fantasies involved her and I having a three way with a
lucky guy. Then they progressed to her doing me while he watched and waited
to join in and soon the guy was no longer there and I was just thinking
about her. At the gym my cardio health was improving thanks to Kristy's
classes and my workout regiment. Other class members would graduate to an
intermediate class and new people would take their place, but I remained in
the beginner's class. Not because I couldn't handle more. On the contrary
it was hardly difficult to complete the routines at this point. But Kristy
only taught the beginners and I wasn't about to miss hiding in the back and
watching her to drive my fantasies. She didn't seem to mind. Actually she
hardly acknowledged my presence. I was thinking she just wasn't into women
until Charlotte joined the class.

Charlotte was between Kristy and I in age and had an amazing body that
oozed sex appeal. Like me she clearly was beyond the beginner's
class. Unlike me she did not hide at the back of the class. She stood front
and center and openly stared at Kristy. Charlotte intently watched Kristy
move and in turn made sure she was showing off her own body to anyone who
cared to look. Of course I mostly got a view of her exceptionally tight
butt in her Lycra workout pants. Kristy on the other hand would always be
treated to an expressive jiggle from her firm breasts which always seemed
poised to burst from her sports tank top. I contemplated moving to the
front of the class to get a better look. She seemed like the kind of woman
I could fantasize about giving me a change of pace from my Kristy.

After Wednesday night's class Kristy told us Friday's class would be
cancelled because she had some kind of party to go to. I was
disappointed. Friday night was when I did my best masturbating and not
seeing Kristy would put a damper on my fantasies. Kristy then told us that
she would be holding individual workouts for anyone in the class who wanted
to make up the time. She said she had reserved one of the massage rooms for
two hours Friday afternoon and four hours Saturday morning. She said there
was a sign up sheet on the door and we could choose our times. Then she
dismissed us to the showers. As the group began to head to the locker room
I noticed Charlotte heading back toward the massage rooms. Apparently she
wanted her pick of the private classes. I continued with the rest of the
class and grabbed a quick shower. As I was dressing I notice Charlotte
return. Her locker was at the end of the row opposite of mine. I didn't
make it too obviously but I did sneak a couple of peeks as she peeled her
sweat soaked workout clothes off and wrapped a town around her magnificent
body. Damn, if I had only gone with her to sign up for the class I could
have been in the shower with her instead of getting dressed. Oh
well. Mental note. Next week arrange to shower next to her.

I overheard a couple of the other women mention signing up for Kristy's
special classes so I decided to check out the sign up sheet. Saturday
mornings I usually lounge about the house recovering from Friday night but
maybe a private workout is what I needed to assess how much progress I had
actually made. I joined their group and we headed back to the massage
rooms. As I expected Charlotte had signed up. She took the first slot at
4pm Friday. There was another opening at 5pm and the rest were
Saturday. The other girls quickly started grabbing the Saturday morning
times. I was hoping nobody else would take the one remaining Friday time as
that would allow me to have my usual Friday night stud search and leave me
recovery time on Saturday. Joyfully when it was my turn the 5pm was still
open. I signed my name thinking I would get to see not only Kristy but my
new crush Charlotte as well.

Friday afternoon at work I was distracted to say the least. I'd masturbated
to my fantasy girls the last two nights and now I was going to be alone
with Kristy for 45 minutes or an hour.  I left work early to head to the
gym. I put on my most appealing workout outfit and headed over to the
weight room. I knew Charlotte would be arriving soon and I wanted to get a
look at her before she met with Kristy. The weight room was off the main
hallway so I tried to stay on machines where I could look out the
door. About ten minutes to 4 I took a break and slowly drank a bottle of
water standing near the door where I could spy on her. She did not
disappoint.

She had on a tank top I had not seen before that hugged her breasts just
like I had fantasized about doing with my hands. Her nipples were also
obviously erect. Her shorts were so tight they looked painted on and she
was wearing far too much makeup for going to a workout. Her hair was also
down instead of up. If she had been wearing high heeled shoes instead of
her sneakers I would have thought she was on a porno movie set.  I almost
choked on my water I was so taken aback. She didn't walk. She strutted back
to the massage rooms. I felt my pussy begin to lubricate as I watched her
ass. It was obvious she wasn't wearing panties. A g-string maybe, but there
was obviously nothing on her cheeks. I wondered what her plan for my sweet
Kristy was because she looked like she was on the prowl.

I lifted weights for a few more minutes, but I was too distracted to
focus. I walked down the hallway to Kristy's room. The sign up sheet was
now full. Besides Charlotte and I today, there were six other women signed
up for tomorrow. I put my ear to the door trying to hear what was going on
but all I could hear was the music Kristy normally played during class. I
pictured Charlotte bouncing up and down giving Kristy an erotic show as
they both worked up a sweat. The heat from my pussy was growing as my mind
began running through the scenarios I usually reserved for my bedroom. The
noise of someone walking down the hallway snapped me back to reality. I
turned and walked back toward the weight room. As I passed the entrance to
the locker room my pussy became more demanding. I still had half an hour
until my class time so I ducked into the locker room and headed to the
furthest toilet stall.

I noticed the bathroom was empty so I had no reluctance to jam my hand into
my workout pants the instant the toilet stall door was closed. My panties
were already damp. I knew my mental stimulation meant I would cum quickly
so I didn't even bother to get my fingers behind the waistband. I just
started rubbing myself through my panties. With my left hand I started
squeezing my breasts. I thought about pulling off my top to give my hand
better access but as turned on as I was, I doubted it would have
mattered. Within a couple of minutes I could feel the first rushes of an
impending climax. My lust for both women had overtaken me. I was about to
scream in pleasure when I heard the bathroom door open. I dropped my breast
and covered my mouth just as the first edge of orgasm hit me. I struggled
to remain quiet. I was shaking, I was stomping my feet, I was screaming in
pleasure but all without making a sound. I'd never cum so hard and the
struggle to remain quiet magnified the excitement. I heard the woman sit
down in another stall and slide the bolt to lock the door. I pulled my hand
out of my pants and on wobbly knees got out of there as fast as I could. I
sat down by my locker for a couple of minutes to catch my breath and then
headed back to the massage rooms. It was now 4:50.

As I reached the room the door swung open and a now disheveled Charlotte
walked out. She was soaked with sweat, her makeup was ruined, her hair was
a mess but her nipples were still hard. She smiled at me but didn't say a
word and headed up the hallway. Kristy called me to come in. The tiny room
was humid. Kristy was also very sweaty, although she carried it better than
Charlotte.

"Give me a couple minutes to get a bottle of water and we'll get started,"
she told me.

I watched her ass as she walked out the room. She didn't appear to have
panties on either. I then looked around the room. There was a massage
table, a small desk and a couple of chairs. The predominate smell was
sweat, but I also detected the unmistakable scent of female
arousal. Whether it was from Charlotte and Kristy or from me I couldn't
tell. I felt my knees begin to go weak again as I pictured what kind of
workout my fantasy girls may have really enjoyed. I put my hands on the
desk to steady myself. The laminate top was still warm. I moved my hand and
the temperature cooled dramatically about 18 inches in. I then moved my
hand from side to side. There was definitely a warm spot the size of
someone sitting on the desk. My body was beyond my control. I bent over and
put my nose on the desk and inhaled. Again I thought I smelled pussy, but
was my mind playing tricks on me or was I just smelling my own overheated
core. I heard footsteps and was able to stand just in time to avoid getting
caught. Kristy walked in and locked the door. She then put on her music,
although not as loud as it had been when I had listened through the
door. She then walked to the center of the room and turned to face me.

"So are you ready for your workout?" she asked.

I could only nod as my fantasy vision stood before me. I was unable to
speak.

Kristy moved toward me. My feet felt like they were encased in cement. She
reached forward and took both of my hands in her's.

"I've been watching you. You think you are hiding in the back but I know
why you stay in the beginner's class. You are not the first one of my
students to fall in love with me."

I was stunned. She was looking straight at me when she told me she could
see through my soul. I felt my eyes look around the room as I searched for
the right answer. Obviously I would be lying and just as obviously she
would know what I was doing.

"I don't know what you are talking about?" I finally said indignantly. "I'm
not in love with you."

She just smirked. Well smirked, dropped my left hand and pushed her right
hand onto the steaming crotch of my workout pants.

"I smelled this pussy when you walked in," she pronounced as she began to
massage me through the thin fabric. An involuntary moan escaped my lips.

"See, I knew I was right," she said. "You're loving this."

I couldn't deny it. Her hand rubbing my sensitive clit through the thin
material felt amazing. Again my knees began to weaken as my arousal began
to spike. I could feel myself putting more of my weight against her
hand. With her left hand she pulled my right hand to her left breast. Like
I told you she was very small up top but I could feel a very large firm
nipple. She sighed as I touched it for the first time. She then began to
pull my hand in circles forcing me to rub her nipple back and forth.

"I've had my eye on you for a while Natalie," she proclaimed. "This is the
kind of workout you want isn't it?"

Again all I could do was nod. That made Kristy smile. She dropped my hands
and told me to sit down at on one of the chairs. I did as she instructed
immediately. She then stripped off her workout clothes. I wondered if I
should do the same but I waited for further instruction instead. Kristy
open the desk drawer and pulled out a headband and a couple of wrist
bands. She also pulled out a chrome vibrator and set them on the desk.

"On your knees in front of me," she commanded and quickly I was kneeling
before her. "Hands behind your back." Again I complied without delay. She
twisted both wrist bands and used them to tie my hands together.

"You can easily get out of these if you want, but if you do, this will be
our last time together. Do you understand?"

I was beginning to find my very excited voice. "Yes I understand," I
responded.

"Take a good look at me, Natalie," she said. "I'm going to blindfold you
the rest of our time together. Again you could shake this off easily, but
the same rules as the wristbands apply. You lose the headband, we are
done."

She didn't bother to ask if I understood. She knew I did. I watched her
pick up the headband and the room when dark. Well not totally dark. The
mesh material was hardly that effective. The room really went gray and I
could make out shapes. But the power exchange of being bound and
blindfolded on my knees was complete. My juices were leaking out of my
pussy and I could feel the wetness was no longer being contained by my
panties. There was just too much of it. I could feel it tickle my thighs
and I waited for her next move. That move was to turn the music up to the
same level it had been when I tried to listen through the door. I know had
to wonder whether she had put Charlotte in this same position and whether
she had plans to do the same to other class members.

I saw her shadow pass in front of me and then felt her hand on the back of
my head. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure what would come
next. I joyfully opened my mouth and was rewarded with the sweetest pussy I
could ever imagine.

OK, I didn't have much to compare it to and maybe it was because I'd been
lusting after her for so long, but she really did taste wonderful and I had
no desire to slip free of her wristbands and escape.

"Good mama," she cooed. "That's right, clean your little girl's pussy for
her."

The kinkiness of the situation suddenly came flooding back to me. My
temptress was half my age and I was old enough to be her mother. I felt a
wave of shame crash over me as well as a swell of dizziness. But I didn't
stop. I stuck my tongue out as far as I could going deep into her pussy
while I alternated sucking and nibbling of her clit. She held my head
tight. It was obvious I wasn't going anywhere until she was satisfied. She
continued to grind on my face. Her mews were music to my ears. I was
pleased with myself that she was getting pleasure from me. Or was that
taking pleasure from me? It didn't matter. I was turned on by being used as
her fuck toy and soon as I rewarded with a flood of her juices as she
climaxed. Then I felt her back away. I tilted my head up as if to look at
her although I made sure not to move too fast so I didn't disrupt the
blindfold.

"That was wonderful Natalie," she complemented me. "I can tell you are not
that experienced, but it was a fine effort for a novice. That damn tease
Charlotte left me hanging."

I wasn't sure if her rating my oral skills was a complement for a slam, but
I obviously rated higher than Charlotte which I liked to hear. Now it must
be my turn, I figured. I was wrong.

As I continued to kneel on the floor I heard the vibrator turn on. I
expected to quickly feel it against my crotch but instead I heard its sound
become muffled and then heard Kristy moan again. I'm sure she could read
the disappointment on my face.

"Oh I'm sorry, did you want that?" she teased. I didn't dignify it with a
response. I then heard the desk drawer open and then close.

"Come over here," she said. I struggled to keep my balance on my knees as I
moved the couple of feet to the desk.

"Turn about 30 degrees to your left." I figured I was facing the desk
directly now. I then felt her wrapping something around my head. I could
see a dark shape in front of my face. It ended up hitting my chin and was
then buckled into place. I then heard Kristy getting up on the desk. This
must have been why it was warm after Charlotte finished. Even without my
sight it was pretty easy to figure out I had a dildo strapped to my chin as
Kristy pulled my head forward and began to impale herself on the fake
cock. Her obscenities began to roll off her tongue. Apparently Charlotte,
while beautiful, was not the lover Kristy needed. I was. And I was proud of
that.

"That's right Nat, fuck me," she bellowed followed quickly by "oh you
bitch," "damn you're good slut," and "I'm going to keep you for myself."

There were plenty of other expletives exclaimed as Kristy pleasured herself
by rutting on the dildo. I wished I could see what she looked like at that
moment sliding back and forth along the slick desk. My own pussy was on
fire. I was tempted to slide my hands out of the wrist bands and give
myself the relief I craved. Certainly Kristy wouldn't care. Heck, given her
current state she probably wouldn't notice. Then I heard a watch alarm
start beeping.

"Shit," I heard Kristy exclaim. I started to pull my head back but she
grabbed me and pulled me forward. "Not yet slut, I'm almost there," she
practically yelled. I heard the vibrator turn on again and then a moan. I
could see in my mind the beautiful young Kristy on her back with her legs
spread. The woman old enough to be her mother is fucking her while she
holds the vibe on her clit trying to get off one more time. I could smell
her arousal. There was no mistaking that for my scent. Mine was there too
mixing with hers to create an unmistakable sensory experience. She grabbed
my head again and her ass began bouncing on the table. She was cumming and
cumming hard. Then I felt a warm liquid splash against my face. I later did
research and found out she had a g-spot orgasm and had squirted on me. But
at the time I thought she had pissed herself from excitement. Whatever the
cause my hair and face were now soaked in her juices. She convulsed on the
desk for maybe another minute, her grip on my hair eventually lessening
until I felt her push my forehead indicating I should pull the fake dick
from her very happy pussy. When I did she pulled the headband off my
eyes. I could see a seven inch fake cock sticking out from my face. It was
glistening in the light, a testament to her flood. She then unbuckled it
and removed it from my head. She looked at it and looked at me and a
mischievous smile spread across her mouth.

"That alarm meant I need to get ready for my date," she told me. "But I'm
sure you want to taste my pussy one more time. Clean this off for me."

I opened my mouth to protest but she deftly slipped the head of the dildo
past my lips. Then with a quick push it was in my willing mouth.

"Look," she continued. "I hate to squirt and run, but I need to go. But
I'll make a deal with you. I know your pussy is smoldering, but if you come
back tonight when the gym closes I'll stop by after my date and take care
of you.

I tried to mumble my response that I would take care of myself, please and
thank you, but with my mouth full of rubber cock it did come out too
comprehensible. I watched as Kristy got her workout clothes back on before
she popped the dildo out of my mouth and put it along with the vibrator and
headband back in the drawer. She then helped me up. As I was standing she
slid her left hand behind my neck and jammed her right and between my legs
and pulled me into a hard kiss while rubbing my pussy. She broke the kiss
and pulled my head back far enough to look deeply into her eyes. She didn't
stop rubbing me however and I thought if she keeps that up I'll cum right
on her hand.

"The gym closes at 10 but I have a key. Be in this room by then and lock
the door so when they lock up the gym they will not find you. I'll be back
from my date by 11 or so. I want to find you naked laying face down on the
massage table. I want your hands behind your back like they were this
afternoon. If this is how I find you I promise I'll make you cum like you
have never cum before. Deal?"

"I don't think so," I said with a pout. "I need to cum now and you need to
help."

Kristy stopped rubbing my pussy and instead grabbed my top and started
pulling it upward. She did it just far enough to be able to pull my bra up
exposing my breasts. She then grabbed both of my nipples and squeezed them
hard. I yelled out in pain at the sudden shock.

"It was a rhetorical question slut. I know what you need and you will be
here when I get back from my date or I will see that you are kicked out of
this gym. Needless to say you will never get to pleasure me again and you
will have to go back to fantasizing about me. What's it going to be?"

How did she know I fantasized about her? She continued to pinch my nipples
and then began to twist them. The pain was intense but it seemed to have a
direct link to my clit which began to throb. I started to nod.

"Not good enough. Tell me in your own words you will be here or I will not
waste my time with you."

My eyes were tearing from the pain as I struggled for the words. As I
finally spoke them she dropped my nipples and again rubbed by crotch.

"One more thing, no playing with yourself before tonight. I want your next
orgasm to be with me. I'll know if you lie about it."

I agreed even though I didn't know how she could tell, I didn't doubt that
she could.

"Now go and shower. When you come back tonight I want you made up sexy for
me just like you saw Charlotte when she arrived. "

Kristy walked out without another word. It just took me of minutes to
collect myself. I looked like I had just been rode hard and put away wet,
which in a way I had after Kristy squirted on me. My pussy was on fire and
begging for attention. I knew I could make myself cum in a matter of
moments. I struggled to resist giving into temptation. I had loved every
minute of my encounter with Kirsty, except for the no orgasm part, and
didn't want to jeopardize getting to be with her again.

I made the walk of shame quickly to the locker room trying to avoid eye
contact with anyone. I understood better why Charlotte looked the way she
did when I saw her earlier. I wondered if Kristy had let her cum? Then I
wondered if she too would be coming back tonight? That took my breath away
for a moment. Maybe that was my reward for being a good girl and not
playing with myself this evening. I made it to the sanctuary of the locker
room without incident and quickly stripped out of my workout gear and
hustled to the shower to rinse away the evidence. As I turned the corner I
found myself alone with a very naked Kristy.

"Fancy meeting you here," she quipped. "Remember no playing with that pussy
until I return tonight."

"I know. I promise," I replied ducking under the nearest shower.

I stood under the spray for a minute relaxing in the warm water. I didn't
look at her but I could feel Kristy's eyes boring through me into my
soul. I started to lather up my shampoo and I heard her turn off her
shower. I assumed she was leaving to get dressed for her date but instead I
felt her behind me wrapping her arms around my waist and then moving up to
grab my breasts. This time she was gentler and just twirled my nipples
between her finger tips.

Now I absolutely go nuts for that kind of nipple play and in my over
aroused state I would have done anything she asked right then if she would
only bring me off. Instead she slid one hand down and starting directly
rubbing my clit. I responded by thrusting my ass backward into her and
moaning.

"You see Natalie," she cooed into my ear," I can be the perfect lover for
you if you play the game my way." I moaned again and was on the edge of
cumming.

"I can be nice (she slid a finger into my pussy) or I can be tough (another
nipple pinch) but I guarantee I know what you need and can assure you
sexual pleasure like you have only dreamed about."

I continued to rub my ass against her. "Please my I cum," I pleaded. She
back away and slapped me on the ass.

"I said tonight when I return. Until then your pussy is off limits. "

With that she reached forward and switched the water from hot to cold.

"That will cool that pussy off. Be ready for me tonight or you can forget
about ever seeing me again."

And with that, she was gone.

I shivered under the water while I rinsed the shampoo out of my hair and by
the time I got back to my locker she was nowhere to be found. I sat down
naked on the bench in front of my locker thinking about the last hour of my
life. The evening workout crowd was starting to arrive. I knew I had to get
out of there, but would I be back in a few hours? I still had to figure
that one out.

I went home after my encounter with Kristy in the massage room and shower
to clear my head. I'd never felt so aroused nor so frustrated about not
climaxing. I took my trusty vibrator out of my nightstand next to my bed
and stared at it. I knew I could get myself off in just a couple of
minutes. But something in my head kept telling me no. Kristy had told me
not to cum before we met after her date. She told me she would know if I
had. How could she tell? Was I even going to go back to meet her again?

Playing back the events of earlier in the evening I started to get mad that
Kristy had basically used me for her own pleasure and had refused to give
me any in return. What proof did I have that if I met her again things
would play out any different? Could I trust her when she told me she would
make sure I came harder than I ever had before? The more I thought about it
the more upset that I got. I could see myself kneeling in front of her with
my wrists tied behind my back lovingly licking her pussy. Why did I just
use the adverb lovingly in my mind? No, I didn't love her. She forced me to
eat her. Then she strapped the dildo on my chin and rode my face. That
wasn't for me. That was for her. She used me.

The more I thought about things the more I never wanted to go back to that
gym. I started to think about what she might have planned for that
night. She said she was going on a date. Probably some rich sugar daddy who
liked showing off the young hottie he had in tow and was willing to buy her
things in exchange. But she wouldn't let him touch her and then she would
come back to the gym and take out her frustrations with me. Or worse, she
would let him touch her and I would have to lick clean her freshly fucked
pussy. What a bitch. I'm was not going to do that.

But then I noticed a funny thing. In the midst of my daydream and rage, I
noticed my pussy had gotten very wet. Damn, the thoughts of being used by
her were turning me on again. How can that be? I am a strong independent
woman. I've been responsible for my own sexual pleasure for years. I decide
whom I fuck and how it happens. Why was my body responding to letting her
make the decisions? No I can't go back. I looked at my vibrator
again. "Screw it," I thought. "I decided when I cum."

I didn't bother to undress. I just lay back on the bed and slid the vibe
down the front of my sweat pants. The moment it touched my clit I sighed
and then quickly moaned in pleasure. At first I was thinking about one of
the young studs I had picked up for a one-night-stand. His cock was the
perfect size for my pussy and I rode him hard with his dick hitting all the
right places until we shared a wonderful mutual orgasm. My arousal was
building as the sweet vibrations spread from my clit outward to the rest of
my body. Higher and higher my feelings of happiness built until I knew I'd
be cumming soon. Then, suddenly, instead of my vision of my lovers face as
I sat on top of him in a cowgirl position I saw Kristy's face. She had a
stern look like a nun scolding a bad child. I could see her clear as day
wagging her finger at me. I could hear her voice in my head. "You are a bad
girl. I am going to have to punish you."

I was shocked when her face appeared in the middle of my fantasy vision,
but I also felt my pussy gush with renewed excitement. I almost came on the
spot. My mind was swirling and my body began to twitch. Then she spoke
again. "I told you not to cum without permission. Did I give you permission
to cum?"

In my own bedroom I called out to an empty room. "No mistress. Please my I
cum?!?"

I was on the edge of a massive climax begging to an unseen person for
permission to allow my body to release the pent up sexual energy. Again I
cried out, "Please mistress! I need to cum!"

But my fantasy Kristy was unrelenting. She just looked down at my sweat
soaked body with amusement. "I told you I would make that
determination. Not some hallucination of me you are having."

I pulled my sweat pants down and jammed the vibrator into my pussy and
began to fuck myself. I kept rubbing my clit with my free hand as I
screamed in pleasure. But I could not quite go over the top. Kristy's voice
warning me not to cum was ringing through my head. My fingers and the vibe
were keeping me tantalizingly close to the edge, but I could make it
home. What had this young temptress done to me? For at least 10 minutes I
worked my pussy at full speed only to find frustration at my inability to
climax. Was her approval really that important to me? I had to admit it
was.

At 8:30 I found myself showered, make-up done, hair up and dressed to kill
back at the gym. I saw no reason to wear workout clothes as the gym was
closing in half an hour and the kind of workout I wanted necessitated being
naked anyway. The gym was almost empty. Liz the girl at the front desk was
there with only a few other people milling around. She seemed surprised I
was there.

"Hi Liz," I said cheerfully. "Is Kristy around?"

"Oh hi Nat," she replied. I always hated when she called me Nat as I found
it demeaning. "No she's not here. She stopped by earlier. She left you this
envelope."

My heart sank. She had been there and gone. Her plans must have changed. At
least she left me a note. I thanked Liz and walked away from the front desk
toward the door before leaning against the wall in disappointment and
tearing open the side of the envelope. Inside was a ornate card which I
quickly opened. It was hand written and the penmanship was
exquisite. Inside were instructions for me.

"Natalie," it began innocently enough. "Go back to the same room we used
earlier. You will find it locked. If you look above the door on the jam,
however, you will find a key. Inside the room on the desk you will find two
groups of items. One is for you to wear. You must only wear the items on
the table and nothing else. The second pile is for when I arrive. I trust
you are smart enough to determine which pile is which. After you prepare
yourself, lock the door again, click off the light and lay on the massage
table. This is how I expect to find you when I arrive. Failure to comply
with these instructs will cause me to leave immediately and have you kicked
out of the gym. You have to have the lights off before Liz makes her final
check prior to locking up or she will open the door. I don't think you want
that."

She didn't sign the note but there was a lip print where she kissed the
paper. The lipstick was bright red and thick. It seemed out of place for
her, but then again she had prepared for a date so I guess she made herself
up. My hands were trembling by the time I finished reading the note. The
gym was about to close. There really wasn't anybody around but I had to
sneak past Liz or she might try to find me before she locked
up. Fortunately someone called the front desk right then about a problem in
the women's locker room so Liz abandoned her post. She saw me at the door
so I waved goodbye and told her to have a nice weekend. She waved back and
disappeared into the locker room. I practically sprinted past the desk and
down the hall to the massage rooms.

I was in such a rush I forgot Kristy said the door would be locked and was
momentarily confused by the knob not turning. I felt like giving myself a
facepalm when I realized my mistake. I found the key and unlocked the
room. Turning on the light the room looked much the same as it had a few
hours earlier. The one exception was the desk was full of promises for the
night to come. As Kristy had vowed, there were two stacks of items. Both
neatly arranged and both obvious to their purpose. On the right was two
sets of leather cuffs, a thick leather collar and a thick leather
blindfold. Looking at the four items I could tell I would not have to worry
about them coming off like I had with the sweatbands.

The second stack consisted of a paddle, a vibrator, a butt plug, a set of
nipple clamps and most excitingly, a strap-on dildo. Oh, the chin dildo was
also there. I hoped that was an oversight on Kristy's part. I could feel
myself tingle at the possibilities the table held for me.

I looked at the clock on the wall and it was a few minutes to nine. Liz
would be making her rounds soon if she had not started already. I quickly
shed my clothes and folded them neatly in a pile on the table. The cuffs
took just moments to put on my wrists and ankles. The collar was a little
trickier, but there was no hesitation on my part to do it. My pussy was
positively leaking at this point and I could no easier turn away from this
adventure than fly. I held off on the blindfold for practical reasons. I
moved back to the door and quickly locked it. I thought I heard footsteps
so I quickly flipped off the light. I then froze rooted to the spot and
listened. I wasn't sure but I think Liz was outside the door. I heard
someone check the door of the other massage room. I was standing naked and
cuffed next to the door when I heard the doorknob move. At first I began to
silently freak out that I didn't lock the door properly, but then the knob
was still. I continued to stand next to the door too afraid to move and
make a noise. I'm not even sure I was breathing. I stood there for several
minutes until I finally had a sense that I was in the clear.

Although I felt a little safer, I didn't dare turn on the lights for fear
of being caught. I cautiously moved around the room using my hands as a
guide until I found the massage table. Once I was confident in my position,
I slipped the leather blindfold over my head and tightened the strap. It
was a much different sensation than putting the sweatband over my
eyes. This one would not accidently fall off. It would have to be removed
on purpose. I realized then that I had the same sensation from the cuffs. I
knew they felt different when I slipped them on compared to the soft fabric
Kristy had used just a few hours earlier, but it wasn't until that moment
that I realized it was because if I clipped them together behind my back,
there would be no way for me to remove them myself. This realization both
scared and excited me, but not in that order.

Kristy's instructions had not specified if I was to clip the cuffs
together, but since she had bound my wrists earlier in the day I assumed
that was an oversight. Before I lay down on the table I decided to clip my
wrist together. At first I did it with my hands in front of me. I then, not
to gracefully rolled myself onto the table. I quickly realized a flaw in my
plan. Lying on my hands, my fingers were in perfect position to rub my
clit. Almost absentmindedly I did exactly that, but as I got more and more
excited it dawned on me that the excitement of being in that room again,
bound, blindfolded and waiting for Kristy would probably be strong enough
to bring me the orgasm I'd been chasing all evening. Regretfully I rolled
back off the table to prevent myself from trying to cum. My experience at
home in my bed with the vision of Kristy scolding me for trying to orgasm
had taught me the folly of my ways. I'd come this far. I was going to wait
for her. Although I have to admit, the frustration I felt at that moment
was equal to the one I felt at home only this time I'd only been playing
with myself for a minute or two. Damn what was Kristy doing to me?

It took some careful effort to unclip the cuffs without aid of my vision. I
knew I had to reclip them behind my back to protect my craving to
masturbate. I then had the brilliant (or stupid) idea to clip my ankle
cuffs together before I got back on the table. Oh, I was proud of myself in
the moment. With my ankles secured and my wrists now cuffed behind my back
it was much more of a challenge to get on the table. Once done, however, I
felt proud of my ability to prepare myself for Kristy's return. Certainly
she would be pleased of me and give my leaking pussy some relief.

Alone in the dark my mind began to wander. Time began to stand still. What
few sounds had been in the gym were now long gone. Liz must have locked
up. I'd never been in a sensory deprivation chamber but I imagine this is
what it is like. No sight, no sound and no stimulation other than my hips
occasionally moving trying to get some pressure on my now very sensitive
clit.

How long did I wait? I don't know. I do know I never once had the thought
that Kristy wasn't coming back for me. Maybe she got delayed on her
date. Maybe she was just leaving me there to stew in my own juices for a
while. I began to wish I had placed the vibrator under me before I lay
down. Of course that plan had two flaws. First, it was against Kristy's
instructions because I knew I would cum instantly if I had any direct
stimulation of my clit right then. Secondly, with my arms and legs bound,
my assentation to the table was, shall we say, less than graceful. I don't
think I could have kept the vibe under me let alone in the optimal
place. But it was a happy thought to keep me company until I finally heard
the tumblers in the lock begin to move.

I hoped I done well and would be rewarded instead of punished. Kristy
didn't say a word. I felt her soft hand sliding up my leg from my ankle
cuff to my butt.  I shivered. Then it moved away. I could sense she was
circling the table either to inspect my handiwork or like a bird of prey
inspecting it's next meal. I longed to hear her voice. For her to tell me
that I was a good girl. For her to give me permission to cum and then to
finger my clit until I exploded. But she didn't.

I heard something moving in the room. Then I felt her grab my arms and pull
me off the table. Again it was awkward, but I figured she wouldn't let me
fall. I was roughly spun into the position she wanted and then pressure on
my shoulders indicated I was to drop to my knees. Apparently my
satisfaction was meant to wait a little longer. At least I was going to
taste her wonderful pussy again I mused.

Once on my knees two things happened. I felt a padded mat beneath me (I
guessed I would be there a while) and I heard the sound of clothes being
removed. Soon after a very wet pussy brushed up against my face. This time
there was no hesitation on my part as I quickly buried my tongue into her
beautiful pussy. At least in my mind it was beautiful from what I could
remember. But it didn't taste quite the same as I remembered from the
afternoon. I didn't have any experience to compare it to, but it seemed her
juices were slightly acidic that night. Oh well, maybe your body chemistry
changes throughout the course of the day. It didn't taste bad, mind you. It
was just different.

What didn't change was her reaction. Her juices were flowing and I was
confident I could make her cum in a matter of minutes. Surely then I would
get my pleasure. Kristy continued to grind herself against my face, holding
me head tightly against her, although there was no way for me to escape or
no desire on my side to be anywhere else. A few minutes later she erupted
in a very noisy and wet orgasm. I loved it. She continued to hold my head
tight against her now slippery pussy as her body twitched and shook in a
prolonged climax.  I felt a deep sense of pride that I could pleasure her
so well.

Finally she released my head and I sensed her back away. Surely now her
vibrator or dildo would be employed to reward me even if she didn't want to
return my oral favors. But instead I heard her getting dressed. Still no
words had been spoken. Then she moved behind me. I felt her sweat pants
encased knees touch my back as she knelt behind me. Then I felt her hands
cup my breasts and begin to tweak my nipples. Instant moan. I hope she
liked it. Then I felt her tongue on my neck and a kiss on my right
ear. "That was spectacular. Thank you."

But it wasn't Kristy's voice. It was Liz's. I turned my head quickly in
shock not remembering that I couldn't see her anyway, but she caught it
with both hands and turned it forward. "Don't be like that. I know you
liked it too. Kristy called and said she would be a little late. Now just
relax and enjoy this."

My head was spinning. Kristy had called Liz and told her to pretend it was
her so I would pleasure her? I was glad I wasn't standing as I probably
would have fell down. Sweet innocent little Liz just flooded my mouth with
her pussy juice. How could I ever look her in the eye at the counter again?
Then I heard her call out "next!"

I heard the door opening but before I could begin to stand up I felt Liz
once again with her hands on my shoulders. Although she didn't push hard
the unspoken command was to stay on my knees. I heard the giggle of another
young girl. And another pussy was pressed over my mouth.

"That's a good mommy," Liz cooed into my ear. She's another one young
enough to be your daughter. That turns you on doesn't it? That's my you are
so hot for Kristy isn't it?"

I didn't really answer. I couldn't. I mumbled a sort of yes, but my mouth
was full of juicy pussy so there was no way Liz could really hear me.

"Mistress Kristy will be here soon enough to take possession of you," Liz
continued, her hot breath on my ear driving me wild with lust. "Until then
you are going to eat whatever pussy is presented to you. Do you
understand?"

Again I sort of just mumbled into the mystery pussy covering my mouth.

"I'll take that for a yes," Liz said.

Truth be told I found the whole situation, especially Liz playing with my
nipples incredibly exciting. But unfortunately she soon stopped teasing
them and said she would round up the other girls. How many were waiting I
wondered?

The girl riding my face climaxed soon after. She giggled again while
getting her pants back on. She must be pretty young and immature I
reasoned. No matter. I heard the door open as she left and a fresh set of
footsteps walk into the room. Soon my mouth was full of another ripe
pussy. I couldn't estimate the age, but her juice was sweet and tasty. One
by one they would enter the room, ride my face until I got them off and
then leave. And with each one my unrequited arousal grew. I was literally
shaking with need each time one of them came on my face. When they pulled
back I would beg them to touch me. I told them I'd cum on their fingers if
they just would touch me. I begged. I pleaded. I started to cry in
frustration. Then Liz returned.

"Don't worry baby. Mistress Kristy will take good care of you. Come on
stand up. I'll get you ready for her."

She held my arm and helped me up. My legs were sore and I ended up leaning
against her for stability. I think out of reflex she grabbed me and held me
up. Of course doing so meant her arm wrapped around my breasts. Even though
she didn't grab them her arm pressed against my nipples sending a pleasure
wave through me. Again I moaned. Liz noticed.

"Ooh, mommy is excited is she?" Liz teased. I didn't respond. "It's ok to
admit it Naughty Nat," she continued. "Tell me was a turned on slut you are
after eating all that fresh young pussy."

I was not about to admit any such thing. Especially to her. Then I felt her
hand slide down between my legs. Of course there was no way to hide the
faucet running between my legs. Nor was there any way to hide that I really
enjoyed that she wet two fingers in my pussy and then had me suck them
clean. My body also made it clear that I enjoyed when she slapped my pussy
causing the sound of wetness to reverberate off the walls. Each degrading
act brought me closer to the monster climax Kristy had promised me but had
yet to deliver. Then Liz moved away from me. I heard her go toward the
table. At last I'd get to use the toys.

When she moved back to me I felt her clip the leash that had been on the
table to the collar I was wearing. I guess she was going to lead me to
Kristy instead of having her come to me. She must be in the locker room I
mused.

Next I felt her drawing her fingernail across my nipples. They were hard
before but now they became painfully stiff. Then came the clamps. I'd never
worn them before and even though I got the impression Liz didn't make them
as tight as she could have, they still stung. In a good way though. Then
she removed my blindfold. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the
light. I was expecting to see a group of happy women, but we were
alone. Liz seemed to understand my confusion.

"It's late on a Friday night. The girls are all out in the bars by now
since you revved up their motors. Come on, Kristy is waiting and she hates
to wait."

"Please let me cum first," I begged her.

"Sorry, can't do. Mistress' orders," Liz said with more than a hint of
glee.

She put all the toys in a bag which she them placed in my hands. My
clothes, still neatly folded on the desk were not part of the care
package. Liz told me I wouldn't need them. She then she took the leash and
tugged on it. With my ankles still clipped together hobbling me I could
barely inch along behind her. Liz could have relieved that problem, but I
guess she liked to see me struggle more than she was in a hurry to deliver
me. When we passed the door I glanced at the work out sign in sheet for
some reason. All of the names for Saturday had a line scratched through
them. Then it hit me. Those had been the women I serviced. I ate out almost
the entire class. The only one missing was Charlotte. Why had she not shown
up? She would have been the one I wanted to pleasure after Kristy.

She walked ahead of me with the leash slung over her shoulder like she was
leading a horse. Every so often she would look back at me and smile making
sure I was OK. The pace was maddening. She led me slowly through the gym,
naked and aroused beyond belief where just hours ago the place would have
been packed with people exercising. With only security lights on the entire
gym took on an eerie dark glow. I imagined it was morning and the place was
full of men and women working out. As I was led through the throngs of
horny people I was assailed with a never-ending barrage of disparaging
remarks and offers to relieve my desperate need to cum.  Finally we reached
the front door. Liz told me to wait a moment while she grabbed something. I
watched as she went to her desk and opened the drawer. She then hit the
speaker button on her phone and dialed a number. I heard Kristy's voice
pick up. "She's on her way out, Mistress," Liz declared. Kristy did not
reply. She must have trusted that Liz had prepared me correctly. Liz
returned to me holding two metal balls.

"These will make the rest of your walk more exciting," she said
triumphantly before pushing them into my steaming hot pussy. I almost came
on the spot just from the touch of her hand. Then she grabbed the leash
again and tugged.

Liz led me out the front door into the cool night air. OK, being naked in
the gym is one thing. Being naked in the parking lot is quite another. Even
though it is off the street, it is hardly private. But there was
Kristy. She was standing behind her car at the end of the lot. Of course
she was. She couldn't have parked near the door. As I had imagined earlier
she was also dressed up for a night on the town. Liz gave me a swat on the
ass and said "Have fun tonight." With that she dropped the leash, locked
the door and walked over to her car. My only option was to walk to Kristy
whether I was seen or not.

I didn't move right away. But then Kristy opened her car door. I had a
sudden fear that she would leave if I didn't start making progress toward
her. Liz was backing up and soon was gone. She would not be saving me. I
started my slow walk toward my new mistress. It was exasperating. I wanted
to run to her. But I could barely move a few inches at a time. To make
matters worse I had not anticipated the effect those metal balls Liz had
put in me would have. They were rubbing against my inner pussy wall with
each step. I imagine they might feel pretty good under normal circumstances
but in my hyper aroused state and under a strict do not cum ban, they were
driving me insane. Every step was a struggle not to orgasm on the spot. I'm
sure that was exactly what Kristy planned. I had to walk slow because of
the ankle cuffs and I had to walk even slower to avoid orgasming. My only
saving grace was the parking lot was not well lit. I don't know if anybody
on the street saw my humiliating march as I had to stop several times to
try and calm myself. But I was far beyond caring. My only concern was reach
Kristy and getting my reward whatever that might be. She seemed very amused
as she watched me struggle to get to her. I hope she appreciates how
difficult a task she gave me. I really hope she lets me cum. I don't know
how much more I can take.

Finally I reached her. She smiled and told me I'd done well. She said all
the girls texted her about what a good pussy eater I was. That made me
happy in a perverse way. She removed the balls from my pussy. It took all
my strength not to cum when she touched me. She seemed to know what I was
feeling and told me she was proud that I had not disobeyed her. A warm glow
spread over my body when she said that. It even made it slightly easier to
resist my urges.

"Yes, I think my special mommy needs a reward," she said with pride as she
moved her right foot forward.

For the first time I really looked at what she was wearing. She cleans up
well as they say. Gone was the relaxed aerobics instructor and in her place
stood a glamorous young woman ready for a night on the down. Her short
skirt gave way to beautiful stockings and finally to a pair of black
stilettos with about a 4 inch heel. She looked amazing and I had to
suppress a drool that she was with me. Actually, I was with her not the
other way around. I was her playtoy and would do anything I had to do to be
with her. She lifted her toe rocking her foot back on the heel. She made
eye contact with me and looked down.

"This is your only chance to cum for a while. You may either fuck my foot
until you cum or I will tease you for another two hours. The choice is
yours."

Why kind of choice was that? There was no way I could handle being teased
for another two hours. It shames me to admit I didn't really even have to
think twice before dropping to my knees. Without the padding Liz had
thoughtfully provided the asphalt parking lot was very rough on my knees
but I didn't care. Without thought of the pain, I maneuvered myself into
position over Kristy's foot. Of course she could have moved to me, but that
wasn't offered and I wasn't about to wait for her to get the idea.

Once I was settled over her shoe I expected her to rub my clit with it. But
that wasn't her plan. "Don't expect me to do the work slave. If you want to
cum you hump my shoe."

That wasn't the last humiliating thing I did that night. Not by a long
shot. But at least it was the last time in public I had to exhibit myself
grinding on another woman's foot in a desperate attempt to orgasm. I was
close almost immediately, but Kristy apparently liked the show and kept me
grinding and struggling to cum refusing me permission to climax until I was
crazy with lust. When I finally was given permission to cum I'm sure the
entire neighborhood heard my screams of pleasure. When my orgasm hit it was
the strongest, most all-consuming climax I'd ever had. Mistress Kristy had
been right when she told me that was my future. I ended up falling backward
and shaking on the cold pavement as the waves of orgasm continued to wrack
my body. Once again time stood still as my heart raced and my breathing
became labored. Finally I began to calm down. My mistress was towering over
me.

"I knew you had it in you pet. I'd love for you to eat my pussy again right
now but we are late."

She helped me stand up and took the blindfold out of the bag. She put it
back on me and then helped me into the backseat.

"You can lay down and rest for a few minutes. We're going to a friend's
house. She is very interested in seeing how you are coming along."

I was exhausted. I should have probably worried about going to a stranger's
house and not having any clue where I was, but I was too tired and still on
a massive orgasm high. I leaned over and rested my head on the leather back
seat of Kristy's car.

"Sleep well Naughty Nat," Kristy said. "Your night is just beginning."

I remember smiling and then I fell asleep.