I groaned as my alarm woke me. I was more stiff and exhausted than ever, and getting ready seemed to take twice as long as usual as I gingerly moved around my house. The water from the shower caused fresh searing pain on my backside and I could only tolerate cold water, and even that stung.
I pulled up to the gym and glanced at my car clock. Shit. I was ten minutes late. I hurried as much as I could in my state to the door.
Sarah was standing there with her arms crossed. She had a frown on her face as I painfully made my way over to her.
"Well?" she said, drumming her fingers on her upper arms impatiently.
I tried to look apologetic.
"I'm sorry Sarah...sorry I was late."
She looked at me for a second. I tried not to admire her body too blatantly - she was wearing tight yoga pants and a jog bra again. Above her crossed arms I could clearly make out the outlines of her nipples. Her hair was loose this morning, cascading down her back in red waves.
"You also didn't log your dinner last night to the app, did you?"
I was taken aback. I had completely forgotten to do that last night before I passed out on the couch. I stammered an apology.
"No...um..sorry I just forgot."
She looked at me for a second, her frown deepening.
"I see. You...forgot. Did you also forget your run?"
Shit. I had - with my...appointment...with Ms. Sutton and passing out on the couch I had completely forgot to do my run. I looked down in embarrassment.
"Yes...actually I did. I'm sorry - I didn't run either."
She stood in silence again.
"Look, Chris. I told you that working out every morning would be intense. Yet you insisted that was what you wanted. In fact, you asked me to be very strict in keeping you to your goal - remember that picture you shared with me?"
I nodded, remembering how Amber had told me to share the picture of the mostly naked guy I found on the internet with Sarah.
"If we are going to train together, I need to know that you take this seriously. Otherwise I would rather find a different client for this hour."
I froze. I couldn't imagine telling Amber that I had failed her - she had set this whole thing up and obviously was thrilled I was helping out her friend financially, and hopefully she was excited that I was getting stronger and healthier too. Sarah was serious about dropping me as a client.
"No...no...I'm sorry Sarah" I stammered. "I won't let you down again. I promise."
Looking indecisive, she slowly nodded.
"Ok. But no more screw-ups."
She was already walking towards the changing room.
"Strip. On the scale."
Somehow it was also getting easier to be in my underwear around Sarah. I felt only the slightest shame as I pulled off my shirt and shorts and stood before her in the tiny room just in my underwear. She made a note of my weight as usual and told me to get dressed and meet her by the bench press machine.
She was all business that morning. It seems that whatever familiarity or closeness we had developed over the last two sessions had evaporated with my failure to live up to her expectations. She pushed me brutally hard, and cut off any excuse I tried to make. To make matters worse, every time I sat or had to lay on my back I felt fresh fire coming from my bruised rear. Finally, near the end of the hour, Sarah relented and talked to me as I was toweling sweat from my face.
"Look, Chris - sorry I was a bit rough on you. I know I sometimes take this too seriously - I just genuinely want my clients to be their best. I put one hundred percent effort into my job and I expect my clients to do the same. Just let me know if you think I'm being too hard and I can ease up a bit."
I looked at her, a bit surprised at her words. She was standing with her arms crossed in front of her again, this time chewing on her lower lip unconsciously. I could tell that she felt badly about the way she had pushed me today. I noticed the glow of perspiration on her toned stomach, and the shape of her muscular thighs stretching the taut fabric of her tights. I wondered if she was wearing a thong under her pants, and what she might look like in it.
The chastity cage gripped my cock cruelly and I winced. I took a second to try to control myself.
"No...you were right. I shouldn't have forgotten those things yesterday. And I DID ask you to keep me on track with my goals. So you weren't too hard on me. And I appreciate that you care enough to push me."
She looked at me for a few seconds, gauging the sincerity in my eyes. Abruptly, she smiled.
"Friends?" She asked, sticking a hand out for me to shake.
"Friends." I said, laughing with her as I took her hand.
"That's good" she said, still grinning. "Or else lunch would have been hella awkward. I hear you're taking Amber and I to Rossino's?"
My heart jumped. Amber had hinted that she might let me join them for lunch but I hadn't heard from her since she got out of my car yesterday. My grin deepened.
"Yes ma'am" I said half-jokingly.
Work seemed to go by in a flash, and several hours later I was meeting Sarah and Amber at a trendy restaurant downtown. Sarah was dressed casually in jeans and a tight t shirt that stretched across her chest and showed off her small perky breasts, while Amber wore another sundress that exposed her long legs and just a hint of her lacy bra cups. We sat at a small table on the patio, with a nice view of the skyline of the city. I was thrilled to be in presence of Amber as well as Sarah - two stunning women. I got jealous looks from a lot of the male patrons, and even some of the waitstaff. I was enjoying every second of it, even as I found myself squirming in my chair a bit from the bruising on my ass.
We chatted about the town and the restaurant a bit as we ordered. I was absolutely starving after my ordeal with Ms. Sutton and my intense workout this morning, but I was also conscious of Sarah sitting next to me. I ordered a salad with grilled chicken and no dressing, and saw her nod approvingly. Amber noticed this interaction between us and smiled.
"So how are the workouts going? Is she working you hard?" she asked, with a mischievous grin on her face.
"Yes..." I said, barely catching myself again from calling her miss in public. Amber clearly noticed and gave a little laugh.
"And how about you? Are you enjoying working with Chris?"
Sarah nodded, but then gave a little laugh. And took a sip of her wine.
"When he takes it seriously, yes."
Amber raised an eyebrow and looked at me. I groaned mentally.
"What do you mean? Is he not being serious? I thought he told me he really wanted to get in great shape."
"Oh, I didn't really mean it" Sarah shrugged. "It's just that yesterday he forgot to do a few things I asked him to do, and then he missed ten minutes of his session this morning because he was late."
"Yeah..." I broke in, hoping to stop this from escalating. "I'm really sorry...it was sort of a weird day yesterday" I said, glancing at Amber. I hoped she would catch my meaning and be understanding after my...appointment...with Ms. Sutton.
Instead she frowned.
"Hm. That IS disappointing. I really thought he was going to take it seriously. Sarah - what do you normally do if your clients slack off? I know how dedicated you are to your work."
Sarah shrugged and took another sip of wine. This was her second glass and I could see she was already a bit relaxed and perhaps tipsy. I made a mental note that I'd have to give her a ride or call her an Uber after we ate.
"Well, it's really not that big of a deal. I just try to let them know that what I'm asking them to do is for their own good. If they don't do it it's on them - not much I can really do about it."
Amber thought about this for a second. A few seconds later I saw a familiar gleam in her eye as she thought of something. She took her own sip of wine and motioned for the waiter for a second glass.
"Hm. That's a shame." She said thoughtfully, tapping a finger on her chin. "I wonder what professional groups - like sports teams - do when players miss workouts?"
Sarah laughed.
"That's easy - they fine them."
Amber raised an eyebrow and looked at me. I felt a chill go down my spine.
"But I can't very well go around fining my clients...I don't think I'd have any left at the end of the day" Sarah laughed again and drained the last of the wine from her glass. Our waiter refilled her glass along with Amber's.
Amber leaned forward and put her elbows on the table. I tried not to stare at her deep cleavage that was exposed.
"No, really - I mean it's sort of perfect right? I mean for the right client. Someone who really cares about getting in shape. Because if they slack off they'll end up paying...literally. And it ensures that you, as their trainer, stay on top of them and push them, because you'll want to get that fine."
Sarah looked confused for a second by the serious look on Amber's face.
"Yeah...I mean it would be great for me, but who in the world would agree to that?"
Amber looked over at me.
"Chris would."
Sarah laughed, thinking she was joking. Again seeing Amber's serious expression, she stopped.
I gasped. I suddenly felt a foot on the inside of my thigh. Amber had somehow slipped her foot out of her sandal and placed it on me under the table. Slowly, inexorably, she was sliding it up my leg.
"You would, wouldn't you...Chris." Amber said, smirking.
"Yes..." I whispered.
Sarah was staring at me with a stunned look on her face, her wine glass forgotten in her hand.
"What was that?" Amber said, her foot inching towards my crotch.
"Yes..." I said, louder. I was trying not to breathe heavily as my pulse started racing. At the same time, I felt a flush of embarrassment and I knew my face was bright red. I stared down at my plate.
"Yes...what?" She said, expectantly.
"Yes...miss." I said, burning even brighter with shame.
I glanced at Sarah, sitting next to me, oblivious of what Amber was doing under the table. She had her mouth wide open and was looking with disbelief between Amber and I. Suddenly she slammed her wine glass down on the table.
"I KNEW it!" She said. "I KNEW there was something going on between you two! What is he, your sex slave or something?"
I winced - in her slightly drunk state she had nearly shouted these words. Several people at a table nearby stopped and looked in our direction.
"Shhh..please..." I pleaded.
Amber just laughed.
"No, not my sex slave...it's somewhat more...complicated than that. Why don't you explain?"
The heel of her foot suddenly slammed into my crotch, mashing my balls. I grunted, and immediately tried to cough to cover up my reaction. I felt a sudden feeling of nausea in my stomach. Instinctively I reached under the table and grabbed Amber's ankle, trying to move it from my tender crotch. She gave an almost imperceptible shake of her head, and reluctantly I let go of her foot, letting my arms fall at my sides. Sarah was still staring at me in disbelief, waiting for me to explain.
