Casey took a deep breath and lifted the bar off the rack. His feet and heels planted to the floor. He brought the bar down to his chest, then pushed it back out until his elbows were straight. After the last five reps, he set the weights back on the rack and breathed out again.
Now he could relax. All the right endorphins congratulated him as he reached for the towel in his pack to wipe the rushing sweat off his face. He leaned over the bench and drank deeply from the little canteen his girlfriend had bought him. He pulled the tank top away from where it clung to his belly. Turned down the music and pulled up his notifications.
He was just considering a light run as a cooldown when he saw the first picture she sent. It was of his kitchen sink -- dishes stacked clean on the side. Aww...
He saw the next picture: his closet full of hung clothes and basket full of folded laundry. She must have let herself in to the apartment early and done all this on her day off. He was so lucky.
There were more. A picture of his cat Morpheus.
And then...the big one...
A 5 out of 5 stars for composition and lighting Portrait Mode photo (*with Instagram filter*) of the contents of their impact chest spilled out and painted in polka dots and little stickers.
Paddle. Flogger. Riding Crop. Candy cane pink and white stripes. Jelly beans and glitter stars. He zoomed in and saw an actual Sticking out Tongue Emoji.
His jaw dropped. Holyyy Shit. It would take a long time for him to be able to take beating seriously again, and that was the point. He would need to come up with something creative, and she must really want it bad. She would be punished for this AND she knew it. Casey laughed, looking over his shoulder to make sure no one else saw. As an animator, he couldn't stop admiring the detailing. Those were *stencils*. This was what she had done with her afternoon.
It was surely going to get 100 likes on the subreddit. Guaranteed.
He sent back the same Tease emoji and then very simply: "Prepare Yourself."
Casey got his things together to leave. He passed by the showers and paused looking at the bathroom doors.
It still felt a little weird to be able to use the Men's.
But then he saw himself in the mirror placed by the door and it was nearly a dream come true. His blonde hair fell in a golden mane around stunning blue eyes, and he saw definition all through his shoulders, biceps, and chest. His hips and waist were passable, especially for his age. Yeah -- this was working out for him. He could have been cast on TV.
Except...
He clutched his bag and got in the car. He didn't want to be Cole Sprouse, or Kit Harrington, or Aaron Paul. He wanted to be Channing Tatum. That was why he got a gym membership. And he had a long way to go before that.
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Hannah laid stretched on the couch reclining over a huge pillow and sorted through her best selfie shots from the day. It sure was a great day to be the Princess. She was not due back at work until Monday. She had brand new lingerie being shown off all over General-Chat. She had a cat on her lap. And any minute now her Master would be home to give her lots of attention.
Hannah and Casey had met on an online forum called Snuggle Fucks, which had eventually migrated to a dedicated Discord server. Shy and awkward at first, their connection blossomed when they learned they only lived about one hour away. Her Master wasn't really active on there any more with posting, but she knew he was always watching what she got up to. And boy, would he be nuts for her today.
His car pulled in. She bit her lip in anticipation and told the other guys she was texting that she had to go. Morpheus left the room. Good. He didn't need to see what came next.
Master opened the door with a slow swing so big it bounced on the hinge. Hannah grinned at him, beaming in pride over her genius. He dropped the bag and pulled the window blinds closed, smirking at her. "Well, well, well..." In that tone that let her know she had played his every string perfectly.
He pounced, and she was hardly up from the pillow when he landed on her, kissing her lips and pawing under her shirt.
"Hi Sir," she said in the most cheeky voice she could imagine.
He scraped lightly at her side with nails like claws and said, "You have been up to no good." And she could smell him. He knew she liked when he went feral and didn't even wash up before taking care of her first.
She sat up and pulled his top over his head slowly. He was exposed and she melted at the sight, kissing his neck, the hair above his nipple, and moving past the scars from his top surgery to kiss his belly button and breathe him in.
"Show me," he commanded. Hannah nodded eagerly and stripped herself, then got up to stand prettily for him as he sat back like a King with a private dancer. Lacy purple and black panties, and a matching bra up top that was not one of the push up bras she liked for work, no no -- not a comfortable sports bra for snugglefucks in the campground -- a SHEER matching bra that showed him almost everything.
Her master clicked his tongue and she went to her knees. HSDFJWIDFJJCN BEFORE she even thought to. She looked up and received his adoring gaze and praising smile.
"You have been a very bad girl," he said. "You're beautiful, but acting out."
He pulled the big plush pillow behind his lower back and spread his legs with his arms to the couch behind him. "Everyone knows it."
She smiled and repeated "Everyone..." as she pulled down his gym pants by the fringe of the legs.
It was true that since they started experimenting with nonmonogamy, she had been very naughty with sexting. Hannah thought it was fun casually exploring other connections around their primary. Especially so she could see Master's reactions.
"You saw me teasing online?"
"I saw on the way home," he confirmed. She pulled down his underwear. Pussy captivating her attention ; his arousal seeming to rush all to one place as witness in a huge erection.
"You were texting and driving? Bad boy..."
"Watch your language."
"I'm sorry, Sir."
She spit in her hands and rubbed him. She placed one hand on the crook of his thigh and the other to trace all around his clit with her thumb, just as he liked. Then she planted her face between his legs and sucked. She heard him breathe in satisfaction and she met his eyes for assurance.
"Good girl."
She licked it with the tip of her tongue, and then rested her tongue flat to cover the whole top of his nub and pussy.
"I am a god," he said from above her. Her heart burst in excited flames.
"Yes, you are a god among men," she said.
He grabbed her under the chin hard and forced her to look again.
"I am a God among Gods. You mortal girl -- taming you is my favorite part of the day."
Mmmm...she said, and went back to work down there.
"Today you will need extra taming," he said between grunts and gasps. "How many other Doms called you slut today?"
"I don't know...lots?" she quipped. She stuck out her tongue and licked his clit all in a circle. "But you're the only one who gets me in person."
"I counted four."
"You're good at counting."
He crooked his legs around her head, a little more forceful than he meant. She pulled him off.
He grit his teeth, flexed all the muscles in his chest, and snarled like an animal.
