After getting home that night, and cleaning the pussy juice off my face, inhaling the scent one more time, I went to sleep happy, dreaming of my spandex-clad goddess. The next morning, though, I grew nervous. Once the endorphins had worn off, my thoughts turned to whether anyone saw me at the gym or whether Jen would she tell anyone how submissive I was and all the degrading things she said to me and made me do. Yes, I realized that Brad seemed to have won life's lottery with his job and his dick size, but I wasn't small, and certainly wasn't a "girl", as she kept insinuating.
That day at work, I felt like I was walking a little smaller and acting more deferential to all my colleagues. And I kept wondering if anyone noticed any change.
That evening, I skipped the gym, not able to show my face there.
This happened again the next day, and the next, and the next. Each day, though, as the memory faded, I felt myself feeling more normal. I also couldn't get image out of my head, of laying on the ground in her apartment, looking up at her beautiful face starting down at me over her breasts, straining to explode out of her black, shiny sports bra, as she brought her spandex-clad pussy to my face, smothering me under her sex. The vision of pure beauty and dominance consuming me and becoming my everything. While the humiliation faded, the desire to be able to pleasure her again grew. She deserved to receive pleasure, and I just wanted to be deemed worthy to be allowed to give it to her.
A week later, I regained the confidence and courage to return to the gym. I made sure to wear my compression shorts, without any underwear per her instructions, and my best t-shirt. As I approached the gym, my confidence grew, but upon entry, a wave of embarrassment fell over me, and I grew small again. Looking around the room, all I could think of is whether anyone had seen me last week, on my knees in the middle of the room, kissing Mistress Jennifer's ass. Eyes down, I went to the mat and began my routine.
After warming up, I headed to the standing row to being my weights (it was "pull" day). After the first set, I noticed Brad and Riley looking over at me from the mat. They looked fresh, so they must have just arrived. No sign of Mistress Jennifer, though. I almost felt relieved. While I had wanted to see her, now I was actually kind of excited to just do my workout in peace, without any distraction.
As I leaned over to get the bar for set two, I felt someone's hips pushing into mine from behind. "Back for more, Subby?" the voice whispered huskily in my ear, as the hips thrust again, and then released. I stood back up and turned around to see Mistress Jennifer, standing feet slightly spread and hands on hips, starting at me. She was stunning in a matte baby blue spandex outfit with black accents. The leggings were blue, with black stripes down the sides and a black waist. Her sports bra was baby blue as well, with black seams, including across the front, and straps. The tight spandex hugged her curves with her taut tummy and toned arms clearly showing this was not her first time at the gym. Her brunette hair was tied up in a tight, high pony tail as before, and her perfect face was exactly as I remembered, down to the large, sparkling blue eyes.
Upon seeing her, I instinctively dropped slowly to my knees, as if in a trance. I kept my eyes locked on hers, even though I really wanted to lower them to take in her breasts and crotch. Looking up, I intoned, "Hi Mistress Jennifer."
Smiling, she replied, "Thank you for greeting me properly. You may stand now."
I quickly popped up while she continued, "I have a present for you. Follow me."
I scurried after her as she went for her gym bag, my eyes fixated on her baby blue bubble butt the whole time. As if aware of what I was doing, she bent over at the waist to reach the bag on the ground, leaving her fully-exposed ass pushing up in the air, stretching the blue spandex, as if taunting me. I wanted nothing more than to bury my face in it and give her pleasure.
She popped back up with a small, pink pouch. "I got you a present, Subby. I was thinking this weekend that you probably were lost missing me, so I wanted to make sure you could feel my presence even when I'm not on top of you."
She handed me the pink pouch. As I felt the soft silk of the pouch between my fingers, she continued, "I'd like you to go to the locker room now and put it on. I think you will find it very fulfilling. When ready, come back and show me."
Nervously, I scooted to the locker room, a bit worried about what it might contain. Once in the changing area, I peaked inside - it was a stainless steel butt plug! I quickly pinched the pouch back together and went to a bathroom stall. Re-opening the soft, pink pouch, I looked inside again, hoping the contents had somehow changed. This time, I noticed the plug had a pink crystal on the end and there was also a bottle of lube (how thoughtful!). I sat on the toilet for a moment, thinking about what to do. I definitely didn't want to insert this in my ass - I've never put anything up there before - and certainly didn't want to be on the gym floor with this. But I couldn't get the thought of that blue ass out of my head. I felt sure that if I did this, I would be able to touch it, kiss it, worship it. And then I thought about her sitting on my face last week, and the bliss I felt being there. Lost in thought, my dick, or 'dicklet' as she called it, began to grow hard, revealing which choice I would make.
Resigned to my decision, I pulled down my pants, took out the lube, and got to work. I had never done this before but was pretty sure that the lube was key, so I put a gob on my fingers and rubbed them in my anus. I repeated the process again, so I could hear sloshing when inserting my finger. Then I covered the butt plug in lube, too, making sure to keep the crystal clean. After a couple deep breaths, I slowly inserted the plug in my ass. It hurt a bit, as it felt too big for my hole, so I kept stopping, pulling back and trying again. Each time I seemed to get a little further until my ass just seemed to slurp the plug inside. I inadvertently let out a low groan. It was an odd feeling - foreign, yet something satisfying about the fullness. As I zipped the lube back in the pouch, the soft, pink silk brushed against my still hard 'dicklet', causing another moan.
After another couple rubs with the silk pouch, this time intentionally, I felt I better get back. I reached around to make sure the plug was stable and then pulled up my compression shorts tightly on top, helping to hold my plug in place and hide my erection. After brining my gym shorts on top, confident no one could see what was underneath, I emerged from the stall, washed the lube off of my hands, and returned to the gym floor.
With a mixture of embarrassment and pride of accomplishment, I looked for Mistress Jennifer. I didn't see her, but I did see Riley and Brad on the stretching mat, so I went over to see where Mistress Jennifer was. As I walked over, I felt the plug shifting in my ass, so I clenched my ass muscles as I walked, nervously looking around to see if people could tell.
As I reached the mat, while Brad ignored me, Riley friendlily offered that Jen had gone to get a towel for Brad and would be back in a minute. I sat down to stretch and before I was through my first motion, sure enough, my blue angel walked over with one of the cool, eucalyptus towels.
"Here you are, Brad," she said, handing it to him.
"Thanks, Jenny," he replied, grabbing the towel. Then, as she turned back toward me, he gave her a quick slap on the ass, to which she jumped slightly, a small squeal emanating from her mouth, and then proceeded to take a couple steps over.
My heart sank. While last week had been humiliating, it had also been amazing, and I was with the woman of my dreams. Now, to see another man treat her like that, and her respond the way she did, broke my heart. Was she his now? She already told me I couldn't compete with him. What was I doing here with a butt plug in my ass? Plus, this was not the Jen I knew (if even for a night). She didn't take any crap from him last time, but now, she jumps like a young co-ed. I looked up at her pleadingly, her blue, spandex crotch now almost in my face.
"So, how is my pink rosebud?" she asked, bringing me back into focus.
"Well, this is my first time with something like that, but I think I did it right. It is down there at least," I replied.
"Well, let's check," she said nonchalantly, as if oblivious to where we were.
I paused for a second and then stood up and bent over as if to do my hamstrings. She came up behind me and pushed gently on my lower back, as if helping me to stretch. Then one of her hands moved lower, feeling my ass. I could hear her let out a short laugh, as I quivered at her first touch, but I managed to stabilize myself. She then pressed against the butt plug, making a squishing sound and causing me to gasp.
"Nice work, Subby," she said, placing her hands under my stomach and giving me a gentle pull upwards.
