A New Start

There was no way I was going to sleep tonight until I found a bucket. The bucket was easier to find than I thought it would be. It was the lid that took some time. My cattle are fed a supplement to give them extra nutrients and minerals they don't get from feed. I cleaned them up with soap, water, and a brush. I filled it halfway with gravel from my parking area and carried it inside.

I set it on a carpet in my living room. Maya had done about 1 hour of squats on the normal bucket and then 30 more minutes on the shorter bucket. As excited as I was to try it. I also was dreading it.

I had recovered from running; my toes and feet were back to normal. I almost never did squats as exercise. This would be tough.

The first squat was a bit odd feeling. My gushing wet pussy touched the cold lid. My lips sent bolts of electricity through my body. My clit was aching and throbbing. Begging to be touched.

I lifted up and thought to myself, "one."

I then proceeded to try and keep an even pace, up and down. At 296 squats I was struggling. I looked at my watch. 8 minutes had gone by.

Fuck.

I wouldn't let myself quit. Maya had done a solid hour. Her legs shook so violently she couldn't stand. I was nowhere near that tired. So, I proceeded to keep going. At 12 minutes I had only done 400. I was slowing down. Big time. By 15 minutes I was only at 500.

My legs burned, my thighs ached, my ass was on fire. My legs shook but not violently. I did 2 more squats, and I knew I was done. 502! I hobbled over to the couch and plopped down. My watch showed 15 minutes and 15 seconds. This was not going to be easy.

Then I thought about how Maya had sat on a dildo. Strapped down by elastic bands that forced her down harder. I didn't even own a dildo. I had a few vibrators for my clit. But nothing for insertion purposes. That was never what I needed to orgasm.

I waited and rested for 30 minutes. My legs felt like they were barely working again as I hobbled into the kitchen. I drank two protein shakes and realized it was very late. I turned to go to bed but then I remembered. Stairs! I slowly hobbled them up and into bed. I left the two empty protein bottles on the nightstand before I fell asleep.

I woke up twice during the night. I had such terrible cramps in my hamstring I screamed in pain and massaged them. I went downstairs slowly, ate two bananas, drank some milk, and returned to bed. Slowly.

I slept in and could hear Brad working hard outside. I got up again. Slowly and my bottom half was very sore. I could run 20 miles or more in a day and I would never be this sore. It was only 15 minutes of squats. And not even deep or fast squats.

I hobbled into the shower, I somehow got dressed as I could barely lift my legs and then made it down to the kitchen. I had to move a chair into the kitchen to sit down while I cooked. I couldn't believe how bad my legs hurt to even stand.

I drank protein shakes, took a handful of vitamins, and a few painkillers (from when I had my wisdom teeth removed a few years before). After feeling a bit better I waddled out to talk with Brad.

"You know what you want to plant in these two greenhouses? I got the heaters all set up, the water lines, and the beds are ready to go." Brad explained. Wiping the sweat from his face.

"Nope. No idea. I never had a garden before." I advised Brad as he pulled his cell phone from his pocket.

Brad tapped away at the screen and then chuckled before returning the phone to his pocket. "New girlfriend?" I asked.

"No. Just Tilly. She's been blowing up my phone. Have you checked yours?" Brad explained.

"Who the fuck is Tilly?" I asked.

Brad pulled out his phone and showed me the picture of the big tittied girl from the motorcycle shop with the fat farmer. "Tilly," Brad stated.

"Oh yeah. She's been texting you?" I asked.

"Big time. Day, night, and she wants to come out for a visit. To ride horses." Brad laughed. Brad was swiping through the dozens of pictures Tilly had sent him. I saw most of the pictures were very sexual, suggestive, and dirty. Not that it mattered. Brad had already paid her $200 to take some topless pictures of her.

"I don't even have horses. Only ATV's." Andrea explained.

"I got 4 horses. Didn't you know?" Brad stated.

"She said she needed money to get away from her dad. She was raised in a homeschool house, very controlling dad, and she acts like a bimbo to piss him off. He loves women and had plastered the shop walls with naked pictures for years. It always pissed her and her mother off. As she grew up. She did everything she could to embarrass him. Including the way she dresses." Brad laughed as he explained Tilly's predicament.

"Uh huh. Sure. She's messing with you. Telling you some tale so you will run out there, save her and be her white knight." I laughed at how gullible Brad was acting.

"Well fuck. It's working. I'm going to pick her up tonight after work." Brad laughed.

I just shook my head and hobbled back inside the house to relax and stretch. I decided on a hot bath but remembered the hot balm I got from Pat. This would be a good first test. I went to the bathroom and pulled off my clothes. I poured a small bit in my palm, rubbed it with my other hand, and then spread it over my thighs, quads, calves, and my butt.

I kept rubbing the oil into the skin until it had soaked in. Within seconds I felt my legs getting warm. I washed my hands in the sink with soap. Over and over until I could not smell the hot oil any further. I was worried I would use the bathroom and touch a sensitive part with my hands and then I would be in a world of hurt as Brad had described.

I remained in the bathroom as my legs and ass got hotter and hotter. Since I didn't have any oil residue on my legs, I went to bed to lie down. And boy were Pat and Brad right. My legs were burning. My muscle aches lessened, and I could feel my blood pumping in my muscles. I kept running my hands over my sore muscles for hours until the burning sensation stopped.

I put my clothes back and stood up. Not nearly as sore as I had been several hours previously. I walked down to the kitchen and made some food. A big glass of milk to wash down a veggie salad.

Brad left early and I removed my clothes again. This time I had a pitcher of tea to drink on the porch. The warm sun on my warm legs. I waved to Joshua and smiled. I got a text back, "Looking good babe."

I waited and waited for the sun to go down. As soon as it had I got up, pulled my running shoes on, and stretched. I went for a run. But it took forever. Even after using the balm my thighs and ass were sore. Really sore.

I bet I looked funny as I was trying to run. Stiff legged, clomping along, and struggling. My runs usually took 80-90 minutes on average. Tonight, it took me 2 hours. I hobbled to the grassy area and sprayed my body with water. The little bit of dust that had stuck to me washed off easily. I noticed the warming balm did not have similar stickiness like the hand or skin balm. No dark black areas.

I went inside to lay out my mat in the living room. I moved the large bucket into the pantry in the kitchen. As I laid down and started the Pilates video my phone dinged. I checked it to see Maya was back. She was spotted walking past the furthest south camera. Each camera that caught her movement dinged the app.

The last camera saw her sneak between the two greenhouses and up to my porch. I turned on the Pilates video and did my best to complete it. Just like during the run. I was struggling. I had to stop and rub my legs or ass with my hands. A few minor cramps would not kill me. But I knew I did not look nearly as sexy as I had previously. Maya remained in her spot at the edge of the porch watching me until I packed it all up around 11pm.

I shut off the lights, walked upstairs, and ran a bath full of Epsom salt. The hot balm really helped earlier. But this was also very much needed. I made sure to keep the bathwater hot for over an hour before crawling out and into bed.

I checked the cameras and saw Maya had jogged through the darkness and left shortly after I headed up to bed. She did not seem to be struggling, she did not seem sore, her legs were moving normally. How could that be? She did 10 times more squats then I had, and I could barely move today.

Once I was done with the bath I climbed into bed. I was asleep nearly instantaneously.

I had only one dream. Over and over. My legs were tied to the stump of a tree. My ass was straight over the top. Maya was screaming at me to sit down, stand up, and repeat. Over and over. Every 10 or so squats she would place a large rock, stick, pinecone, or other object under my naked ass. Causing my sensitive flesh to slam down on it.

Maya would laugh while also holding wooden dildos that she had roughly hewn by hand. "Enjoy those splinters bitch. Get them deep in your pussy and ass whore!" Maya would yell at me as I would try to force whatever she set out in front of me up my holes. I was screaming, crying, and begging to be released. But I at no time ever stopped squatting over and over.

When I woke up in the morning, I found my pussy was gushing. My body would often feel one way and my brain would feel another. Apparently, my body liked the dream. Very much.

I had hoped the run and Pilates would lessen my muscle soreness. Well, that and the Epsom salt bath. Neither had worked. I was hobbling around just as badly as I was the day before. I drank more protein shakes, took more vitamins, and ate more bananas.

I rubbed more warming balm on my legs and waited for it to soak in. This time I sat outside while wearing shorts. Brad walked up laughing at me. He had seen me hobbling around and now applying the new warming balm. "You doing, okay? Cause you look sore?" Brad laughed.

"Yeah. I started a new exercise routine, and my legs and ass hurt. This is day two. I tried running, Pilates, a bath, and this new balm. I thought I would be back to normal. But I'm not." I advised in a very pouty mood.

"Well. You need to do the exercise again. That will work the muscles in the same way and break up the acid built up in you." Brad stated.

I guess it made sense in some sort of way. But all those squats again did not sound like fun. I made up my mind. I will try it again. I wanted a nice thin, trim, and sexy pair of legs. I also wanted a smaller and firmer ass. Maya had just what I wanted. So why not work out like her? Or at least that was my theory.

Brad went back to work while I hobbled around the house. I felt just like I had the new cowboy boots. Something hurt, it made me look weird when walking, and it was a new thing I was trying. I was always starting something new.

Lunch came and went as I laid on the couch massaging my legs. Another salad and more protein shakes. Then dinner came. I cooked a big plate of noodles with sauce. Hoping the carbohydrates will fuel me well during the workout.

I worried Maya may show up early. So, I carried the heavy bucket upstairs to my bedroom. Up here with my shades drawn no one could see me. Not Joshua or Maya. I set the heavy bucket on the carpet in front of my smaller television. I left all the lights off in the house hoping to dissuade Maya from peeping no me or sticking around for too long.

I made sure the volume on the television was low as I positioned each foot on the side of the bucket. Just spreading my feet this wide made the inside of my thighs ache from my knee to my pussy. I put my hands up behind my head and prepared myself for the first squat.

"This is going to hurt!" I thought as I lowered myself down.

Naked squats. My pussy lips touching down on the cold bucket lid. Then my ass settling on the lid before I stood up. My feet weren't really all that far apart. I wasn't holding any extra weight so why was this so difficult? My legs burned, they were sore, and it took every ounce of might to get through the first 50.

My legs were shaking, quivering, and hurting. But I made myself press on. With my smartwatch keeping count. I did my best to focus on the music, the workout routine in front of me, and disassociate my thoughts. Just go with the flow. Enter a trance and don't think about it.

Yeah right. It hurt like hell, it took all my focus, determination, and energy to get to 100. I was sweating hard too. But then I felt my pussy. The slight spreading of my feet to shoulder width had caused my lips to open just a bit. I felt drip after drip cascade down my lips and onto my finger.

Was it sweat? Or juice? A quick taste test verified it was juice. Oh, how naughty of a girl was I? This was making me horny. I felt an improved rush of energy brought on by my want for an orgasm. I convinced myself I would do 700 for one orgasm. That was 200 more than the previous time and my legs started out sore. This was going to hurt tomorrow.

I hadn't really established a rhythm yet. I felt like I sped up, slowed down, paused, and continued at random intervals. I recalled Maya only stopped at 1 hour with the tall bucket and 30 minutes with the small bucket. Could I do 30 minutes with the tall bucket?

Up. Down. Up. Down.

My tits began to bounce as I hit the bottom and the top. I thrusted my hips out at the top and stuck my butt down hard on the bucket lid. It wasn't at all the technique Maya had used. But it helped spur me on. A few times I had to stop and catch my breath. I was sucking in air but not running anywhere.

When I ran outside naked. I would breath hard. But I never felt like this. I felt like my lungs were burning, felt like they were going to explode, or felt my neck and chest swell from pressure. Was it blood? Was it air? My body was a bit red. Not a rash but like a sex flush. I liked it. Almost like a sunburn.

I kept going as I stared at the television. More and more. I had to keep going. I saw my watch registered 650. I could do it. My legs hurt, they burned, they were tired, but I needed 700. My pace slowed. The last 10 naked squats nearly killed me. My goal in sight.

I had never seen my legs shake so violently. But remembering how bad Maya's had shook. Mine were nothing in comparison. On the last squat I sat on the bucket smiling, laughing, and congratulating myself. But I still had to stand up.

With all the strength I had left I stood up on unsteady legs. I hobbled to the bed and laid down on my back. My muscles in my quads were involuntarily flexing, shaking, and quaking. I reached to my bedside table to pull out a small vibrator for my clit. The first touch and I nearly lost it. Was it full of blood? Was it throbbing and bigger?

I felt my clit with my fingers. No. It was still normal. Just very, very sensitive. I had to wait, catch my breath, and give my clit a few minutes. After that I started again. 5 minutes. 5 minutes is all that it took for me to orgasm. My legs shook even more. Involuntarily they thrashed as I arched my back and head.

The pain hit. My hamstrings had cramped. Both of them. I could do nothing but scream, grab them with my hands and massage them. It was hell. I had never had such bad cramps in all of my life. It felt like it was months until they relaxed. But in reality, it was probably 10 seconds.

I reached for the warming balm and rubbed it on my legs. I rolled over on my stomach and made sure to keep the balm on my hamstrings. Not my asshole or pussy. Laying there I thought about how long it would take until I reached 1,000 squats. 502 had taken 15 or so minutes. 700 had take 20 minutes. My pace slowed down the more squats I did.

I yearned for sleep and food. But I knew the food was too far out of reach. Next time I will leave some protein shakes, water, and food up in my bedroom. There was no way I could make it down the stairs.

At 11pm my cell phone dinged. Maya was sneaking in from the south as usual. I knew it would take her almost an hour to get to the house. I checked on the recorded footage of her apartment. Fuck. I saw she had done more squats tonight around 7pm. What an animal.

Just like the previous night Maya had two buckets, two dildos, and her elastic harness. They were all laid out in front of her television, her legs on either side, she clicked her smartwatch and began. I sped up the video and she was a naked blur. At the one hour mark she stopped, covered in sweat, and hobbled over to the shorter bucket.

How much more difficult was the shorter bucket? It was only 3, maybe 4 inches shorter.

Maya began with the click on her smartwatch again. I fast forwarded 30 minutes, and she stopped right on que. Then the best part. She hooked up the elastic bands, slammed the suction cup dildo on the bucket, and hooked the elastic bads around her waist.

Maya's leg shook violently. More violently than mine had ever shook since I started this crazy routine. She slammed her pussy down on the toy. Over and over. She struggled to stand as she screamed at herself. I sped up the footage. For 20 minutes she screamed, cursed, and slammed her pussy down hard on the smallest of the two dildos.

She unhooked the elastic band and grabbed the larger one. She spit on the suction cup, hobbled to the bucket, and slammed it down. This time she slammed her ass down as hard as she could. Her feet raised from the floor, and she screamed louder. She laughed after catching her breath, attached the elastic bands, and stood up slowly.

Over and over, she struggled. She slapped her tits. Hard. The sound was so loud it echoed off the walls. But she still struggled. I saw Maya raise her right hand over her head as she begged. "No. God. Please. No. Not that. I will stand up. I swear!"

Maya then brought down her right hand so fast it was a blur. The slap was not on her tits but her pussy. The wet sloppy sound mixed with the "snap" of a slap landing on soft flesh. Maya howled in pain. Then she did it again, again, and again. She was crying, her body was shaking as her ass rested on the top of the bucket. The whole dildo thrusted and resting inside of her pussy.

"If you can't do 2 hours tomorrow. You will have to ass fuck this one." Maya told herself in a very stern voice. Referring to the larger dildo still stuck to the bucket.

Maya unbuckled the elastic bands and slumped forward. Her body fell on the floor, lying on her back, her legs spread. Her tits were purple, her pussy swollen and red. One lip was a bit puffier than the other.

I thought Maya was hardcore. She really pushed herself.

Maya was breathing hard as her hand snaked down to her pussy. Her fingers rubbing her clit as she recovered. It took only a couple minutes, and she orgasmed. Her legs shook, her back arched, her head thrashed. She then remained still for quite a while before hesitantly standing up.

She put her items away. The buckets in her closet and the toys in the secret room. For nearly 2 hours of squats. She recovered quickly. I had hobbled for 2 days. She seemed fine in 20 minutes. With running shoes, black jeans, and a black sweatshirt she left her apartment.

Almost 2 hours to the second she arrived at the south camera. Sneaking in through the darkness.

Every few minutes she appeared on the next camera, then the next, until she crept through the greenhouses. Too bad she found the house dark, no lights on, and no Andrea. Maya walked up on the porch and crept around, pausing at the windows, checking to see if they were locked.

I could hear the creaking sounds of the wooden porch as Maya crept around. I had not left any panties outside for her to steal. After about 10 minutes Maya left slowly, back the way she came, jogging back to the south field and out of sight.

She must have parked her truck beyond the south trees. I wasn't aware of any roads or access there. It wasn't my property, so I had not gone that far. The next day I would go out there to see what I might find.