Neighbors

I pressed Amber's sheets and made up her bed while the steaks were on the stove. I was fairly proud of my timing when the entire dinner was ready to go at ten til seven. Amber had been busy in the bathroom getting her hair and makeup done, and she came into the kitchen just as I was plating everything up.

She looked stunning. Her brown hair fell around her face in waves, and her eyes and lips seemed to pop with her tasteful makeup. She had on a small white halter top with thin spaghetti straps that left her arms and shoulders bare. I could see the green straps of her bra that I helped her pick out, and realized she must also be wearing the matching lacy thong under her short blue skirt. She lifted her arms and gave a little twirl as she walked into the kitchen.

"How do I look, bank? Fuckable?"

I groaned. She looked amazing and I'm sure she knew it. Her outfit was making my cock try to rise to the occasion.

"Yes miss - you look gorgeous."

She smiled at the compliment and patted my cheek. I could smell her perfume - lightly floral and a little citrusy.

She looked over the dinner plates, nodding.

"Looks pretty good! Let's hope Justin likes your cooking. Go ahead and set the table."

While I did that, she busied herself with lighting a few candles on the table and throughout the room and dimmed the lights. When we were both done, it was an incredibly romantic scene -candlelit dinner for two with wine with soft music. Amber looked everything over one last time and nodded. Her olive colored skin seemed to glow in the soft flickering light. I would have given everything to trade places with Justin for the evening, but I knew that wasn't my role for her.

"Better hurry on home, bank. He'll be here any minute." She said with a mischievous smile.

I took a deep breath. It was bad enough preparing their dinner, making up her bed and helping her pick out her lingerie. Now that it was actually time to leave her to her date it seemed almost impossibly cruel. I knew I had no claim on her sexually but everything about this just seemed to go against societal norms and expectation. We both knew she was going to be spending most of the night fucking Justin in the bed I made for them. I tried not to picture her naked body in his strong arms as she moaned on his apparently huge cock. I couldn't suppress a shudder of frustration.

She was still smirking at me as if she knew exactly what I was going through.

"Aw...is my little bank jealous?" She said in a sweet sympathetic voice.

She walked up to me and stroked my cheek with a finger. I shuddered again. The chastity cage was re-wiring my brain to think of even the slightest touch from Amber to be sexually charged.

"Does my bank wish it could fuck me silly tonight, instead of Justin?"

I gulped and nodded.

She looked pointedly down at my crotch and then back up to lock eyes with me.

"Well, we both know why that won't happen, right?"

She was pushing my buttons again, making me feel both aroused and profoundly embarrassed. I wondered if my brain was making these connections now - that embarrassment and humiliation and frustration were actually synonymous with arousal, since those emotions only seemed to happen together.

My throat was suddenly so dry I could only manage a whisper.

"Yes miss."

She patted me on the head.

"Good bank. Are you sorry about your...little situation? You should probably apologize to me for it. I mean, I don't think I would sleep with you anyways, but at least I'd have the option if I was feeling charitable."

I swallowed again. She was tracing her finger on my cheek again and searching my face carefully, as if watching for every tell of emotion that I was feeling.

"Yes miss. I'm sorry."

"For what, bank?"

I closed my eyes. My lips moved for a few seconds before I could get out the words.

"For having a small penis. I...I'm sorry if it inconveniences you."

I opened my eyes. She was looking at me and nodding slowly.

"I'm to going to say it's ok, but I accept your apology." She glanced at her watch. "Now you'd better get going before..."

Just then we heard the doorbell ring. I froze..

"Time for you to go, little bank. You'd better slip out the back door. Wouldn't want Justin to think I was cheating on him." She gave a little laugh. "See you tomorrow! Still lots of chores to do!"

I collected myself for just a second and then made my way down the hall to the back door. As I looked back I saw Amber checking her reflection in the mirror by the front door and adjusting her hair before walking to the door.

I snuck out the back and walked through the dusk to my back yard. As I made my way to my front door I saw them on the porch. Justin was standing in the open doorway with Amber in his strong arms, kissing her passionately. I saw that his hand was sliding up her bare thigh and watched it disappear under her skirt, cupping her ass. She had her hand on his chest and was on her tiptoes kissing the much taller man. I screwed my eyes shut for a second and resolutely turned to face my house before I opened them again.

I checked my watch. Just a few minutes after seven. Sarah had been clear that she wanted me to do my run and pushups and eat before I arrived at her house at eight thirty, so I didn't have much time to spare. I threw on my running gear and went for my run.

The miles definitely felt easier. I was surprised how quickly my endurance seemed to be improving. I was sweating and breathing hard by the end but managed to finish the entire distance without walking. Feeling proud of myself, I took off my shoes when I got home and set up my phone to video myself. I got down on the floor for my pushups. These were not so easy. Sarah had worked my arms and chest relentlessly the day before. I grimaced when I remembered the humiliation of working out in the gym completely nude except for my cage while she circled, taking picture after picture.

It took me nearly twenty minutes and five sets to get to one hundred. By the end I was shaking and exhausted. I lay on the floor to catch my breath and sent the video to Sarah. When I felt up to it I made myself a quick simple dinner of salad with tuna, again skipping the dressing. I upload my picture of my meal to the calorie app and went upstairs to shower.

I took the necessary time to do a thorough cleaning of the contents of the chastity cage, using the long swabs and flushing with lots of water. I idly wondered what Amber had in store for Monday. I knew I was getting the cage replaced with something else but she hadn't really been specific. Cleaning with the swabs felt nice but it was nowhere near enough to get me off, and if I did it for more than a few seconds the points started to bite and it became self-defeating as the pain overrode any arousal I might be feeling. Sighing, I turned the water on full cold for the end of my shower to help myself calm down.

I quickly brushed my teeth and combed my hair and put on some jeans and a t-shirt. I didn't know what Sarah had in store for me but I didn't want to get too dressed up because I was pretty sure it would entail work of some kind. I checked my phone. It was already eight fifteen - time to get going. I dashed to my car and got it.

I glanced over at Amber's house. It was impossible to tell what was happening of course, but my imagination went into overdrive. Were they still eating? Surely not. Watching a movie? I was sure that Amber's invitation to "Netflix and chill" meant sex. I took a deep breath and started my car.

Sarah opened her door after my second polite knock. She was still wearing the same short skirt and torso-hugging white shirt she had on earlier that day, but her hair was in a ponytail. She flashed me quick smile and invited me in.

"Thanks for coming Chris. I need to leave to meet Claire in about two hours but there are some things you can help me with...plus I'm going to need another nice foot rub." She led the way to her kitchen as I admired her muscular calves from behind her.

I noticed again how her house was smaller and older than Amber's, but unlike Amber she seemed to keep it spotless by herself. She had few simple furnishings but everything looked organized efficient. I wondered if the same compulsion that pushed her to train her body to perfection also drove her to be so orderly.

She stopped in the kitchen and gestured to the counter. It was full of dirty dishes - obviously several meals worth.

"I spent the day with Amber, as you know, so I didn't have time to straighten up in here. I'll let you do that." She crossed her arms in front of her small chest and smiled at me.

I nodded. I had pretty much expected this. I suppose that more chores after almost forty eight hours of the same could seem monotonous, but somehow I didn't mind. I felt useful and necessary when doing this work for Amber, and also for Sarah I realized. I returned her smile to let her know I was ok with doing this and rolled up my sleeves.

Sarah jumped up on the counter behind me and sat, swinging her legs, watching me as I loaded up her dishwasher.

"Good job on your run today, Chris. I was happy to see your heart rate improve, and you ran the whole way!"

I felt the familiar flush of pleasure to receive more of Sarah's rare praises.

"Thank you...I was surprised at how quickly the runs got easier."

I saw Sarah nod behind me in my peripheral vision.

"Yeah - as long as you don't try to push too hard and injure yourself, you should have a nice steady improvement in your mileage. We don't want to go too crazy, because our number one job is to put some muscle on your frame."

I nodded, slightly embarrassed at her frank assessment of my body.

"That reminds me - we need to start increasing your protein intake. You need to be eating one gram of protein per pound of body weight. Make sure that happens from now on. Protein supplements are fine if you are having trouble getting that much through food."

I nodded again, washing some stubborn soup stains out of a bowl.

"Ok. I can do that. I bought some protein powder yesterday I think." I thought about Amber and Justin for a few seconds and her obvious attraction to his muscular body.

"Oh, I was curious - when do you think I might start seeing some results?"

"Honestly sooner than you'd think. With free weights and the intensity that we're training at - maybe in a week or two. three at the outside.

Sarah hopped down from the counter.

"In fact, why don't you take off your shirt? I know I'll take measurements on Monday, but I'm curious if I can just visually tell any difference yet."

I blushed slightly. Despite having worked out completely naked yesterday it was still strange to be asked to remove clothing.

"Uh...ok" I said, quickly wiping my hands dry on a towel and then lifting my shirt over my head. I looked around, uncertain where to put it. Sarah took it from me and tossed it on the counter behind me.

"Keep going - don't let me stop you." Sarah said as she walked around me in a semicircle, examining me. Feeling awkward, I picked up the sponge and kept working on the soup bowl.

Sarah reached out and poked me in the shoulder, then gripped my bicep.

"Hm. Can't tell any difference yet. But maybe the measuring tape will be able to notice. Still, it's early yet." She shrugged and hopped back up on the counter. I paused, uncertain whether to reach for my shirt or not. She didn't say anything so I thought it better to keep working. I remembered my strategy of trying to keep Sarah - and Amber of course - satisfied and on my good side.

"Oh I forgot to tell you!" Sarah said excitedly, cutting into the silence. "I got my website up and I already have two clients booked for consultations!"

I tilted my head, not making the connection for a second. Then I remembered the whole point of her taking all of those photos of me. She was planning to offer her services as a personal trainer for people in chastity.

"It took me all day Friday, and I still need to make some tweaks and add some content, but I'm happy with the site! Wanna see?"

Without waiting for an answer, she slid off the counter again and practically skipped to her living room. I dried my hands again, looking at my shirt longingly. I sighed and followed her, still shirtless.

She sat down in an armchair and propped her feet up on a footstool in front of her, grabbing her laptop from a nearby shelf. I stood awkwardly beside her for a second, but she made no effort to tilt the screen up so I could see it clearly. I sighed inwardly and sank to the floor beside her. She flashed me a grin but didn't comment.

She called up a website that featured a stunning photo of her dressed as she typically does for a workout session - jog bra and yoga pants. She had her arms crossed in front of her and her hair was fixed into a single braid that curled over her shoulder and nestled between her small breasts. The photo was obviously taken in a studio somewhere and was shot from a very low angle, making her look even more imposing with her long limbs and defined muscles. I looked admiringly at the photo and she smiled at me again.

"My friend Dave owns a photo studio in town and took this just this morning. How do I look?"

"Amazing, Sarah" I said. It was true. I felt my cock begin to stir.

In large clear font at the top of the page I read

Mistress Sarah's Chastity Boot Camp

"I know, I know. Not the most original title. Still a work in progress." Sarah explained, waving her hand impatiently at the screen.

She clicked on to another screen. This had various pictures of her doing different activities, lifting weights, running, even some photos of what looked like competitive swimming at a university. This was followed by a brief bio.

-Mistress Sarah holds a Masters Degree in Exercise Physiology from a major university (proof of degree available to all clients) and has excelled at many sports during her collegiate career including cross country and swimming. She believes in a holistic approach to health including nutrition, exercise, and attitude.-

Sarah waved at the screen again.

"Still just place holding text. I'll write something better when I have time. Here's main section."

She scrolled down. There was an image of a chastity cage that looked exactly the same as the one I was wearing, just larger. The caption underneath read "Dr. Latham provides the most comfortable and secure chastity devices on the market."

Below that was more text.

-Mistress Sarah believes in the power of chastity to help her clients achieve their goals, whether it's weight loss, muscle gain, or just to feel better and be empowered physically. How this works:

1. We will schedule an initial consultation ($200) to determine your goals as well as measure your height and weight to calculate current BMI.

2. We will determine a chastity release schedule suited for your goals. These releases can be tied to weight loss, muscle weight gain, body measurements, as well as biometric data such as heart rate, BMI, body fat percentage, etc.

3. You will purchase an approved chastity device from Dr. Latham and install it. If you choose to order a second key for emergency use (recommended) you will also purchase a Dr. Latham tamper-evident container for the second key. You will also pay a one thousand (1000) dollar security deposit to Mistress Sarah that will be forfeit if you use the key for non-emergency purposes.

4. You will mail one (1) key to Mistress Sarah at the post office box address listed below.

5. We will schedule a minimum of one (1) training session per week, to be held online or in-person if convenient. If online, the client is responsible for purchasing appropriate workout equipment as specified by Mistress Sarah. At the start of each training session Mistress Sarah will visually inspect the chastity device to ensure security, and will wear your key on a necklace for motivation. The fee is two hundred dollars ($200) per hour. Fee is to be collected regardless of tardiness or absence by the client.

I read all of this with fascination. Sarah sat back with a satisfied look on her face, idly toying with the hem of her short skirt. I tried to ignore her toned legs stretched out in front of me and concentrate on the screen.

"Wow." I said, admiringly.

"I know, right?" She giggled. "I told you I did some research on chastity and all this stuff. It only cost me a few bucks to put the website up and Dave did the photo for free. And like I said I already have two responses! In fact, I'm scheduled to do my initial consultation tonight at 9:30 for one of them. Then I'll have to bust out of here to meet Claire."

My eyes widened in surprise. She was certainly on to something here if she just put the website up and already had two people in line to pay for a consultation.

"Oh - I haven't shown you the best part yet!"

She clicked on to the next page. I caught my breath. It was filled with photos of me working out in her gym. All of the photos had my face blurred, but it was unmistakably me. The first photo was a close up of my chastity cage taken in the dressing room yesterday. There was a caption underneath.

-Client X in his Dr. Latham cage. Note that cages are available in a wide array of custom sizes. It's important to measure carefully to ensure the proper fit! This particular cage is fitted with internal dulled spikes for added motivation.-

I groaned. I felt violated and exposed - even though no one could recognize me, my caged penis was on the internet for all to see.

Sarah grinned at me and scrolled down. This was a photo of my on my back doing a bench press. The camera was right above me and I realized it was one that Sarah had taken while sitting on my chest. I remembered the feel of the weight of her body on my naked torso and my penis began to try to swell.

A caption under this photo read

-Client X has a goal of gaining thirty pounds of muscle, and increasing the measurements of his biceps, chest and thighs by twenty percent. Mistress Sarah has him on a strict diet with lots of protein and of course lots of free weights!-

Sarah shrugged.

"Ok, I fudged that a little bit. We both know you want to look like that hot guy you showed me a picture of...to try to impress Amber." She looked like she was trying to surprise a smirk and her eyes twinkled.

"But that would be sort of hard to explain. So I lied a bit."

There were more pictures, each with a caption explaining why I was doing a particular weight or exercise.

"So that's pretty much it - there's a page with ways to contact and pay me, and my general location in case anyone wants sessions in person. So what do you think?" She was scrolling idly through the pictures of me working out naked.

"It looks great Sarah" I said, not sure what to make of it all.

"Yeah I'm happy with it. I compared it to other people offering similar services and frankly mine is so much better. I mean, I actually know what I'm doing, for one, and also it really helped to have the photos of you, so thanks for that." She set down the laptop and got to her feet. For a second she was looking down at me as I craned my neck. She stood almost six feet tall and from my position on my knees towered over me.

She gave a brief smile.

"Finish up the dishes - I need to get your next job ready for you."

I went into the kitchen and finished loading up the dishwasher. I heard Sarah still rummaging through some closets so I went ahead and wiped down the counters and cleaned out the sink.

Sarah came into the room with a mop and a bucket of water. She flashed me another smile.

"Take off your pants, Chris."

I felt myself blush even more intensely. I would have thought I would be used to the near constant humiliation and embarrassment over the past week but it never seemed to adjust to my new reality.