~~~~~~Continued from Ch. 06~~~~~~~
The rest of my Monday was fairly uneventful. I finally did some laundry, cleaned up the house, and even went grocery and wine shopping.
The problem before this weekend was that I was legitimately fine with being alone if not every day and night. I could come home, read, watch TV, go to the gym, play on my phone, and just relax and find no issues in this.
However, after spending a weekend where there wasn't a moment I was alone, I was now finding myself incredibly bored. Not to mention, incredibly horny.
My pussy seemed to stay wet all day. No matter what I did, or how many times I played with myself, my thoughts would inevitably return to the nights before and boom, I was back up and ready to roll again. Unfortunately, though, B.O.B. and my glass dildo just weren't doing it for me anymore. My body seemingly craved the touch and taste of another woman.
I thought about calling my pet, Lindsey, and having her come over more than a handful of times, however, I knew her young pussy was going to be raw after what Bailey and I did to it last night. And I decided to give her the night off.
I still wasn't quite sure about being a Mistress. For all of my marriage, I was the one being controlled, so flipping the script and becoming the Mistress was new. How often should I call my pet? Would it be too much to call her every day? Hell, did it make sense to have her stay with me most weekends? Do I try to get more pets?
Fuck, the more I overthought everything, the more I felt like a sexual deviant. But then again, I could care less.
I hadn't heard from Trish in almost 24 hours, but that was somewhat typical. We sometimes would go all week before talking. I just figured that after what happened this weekend, there'd be some conversation or two about what happened and what life may be like moving forward.
Then again, when she first fucked around with Trina she marinated in it for almost 2 days before meeting up with her to talk about it.
That being said, this somehow felt different in my opinion. She had already had her first experience with Trina and was almost the instigator in what transpired between Bailey, her, and me.
She seemed jealous when she found out Trina had her way with me in H&M. And was as open and free Saturday night at Trina's, not to mention the morning after.
But maybe she was just giving me the space that she may think I need so that I may process everything. After all, she still had no idea what happened yesterday. That not only did me and Bailey have a night to remember before her farewells, but we had seduced the cute blonde from the mall, and I, not Bailey, had made Lindsey our little pussy pleasing sex pet.
It will be fun to see their reactions when I eventually do show Lindsey off. It will also be a nice little present the next time we all meet up again.
It was about 4:00 pm and I had no idea what to do with myself for the rest of the evening. The problem I had with sleeping on and off all morning was that I was the furthest thing from sleepy, thus this usually meant a late bedtime.
I guess it's been almost a week since I went to the gym so maybe I'll just go burn some calories, work on my legs, hit a fish place on the way home, and find a movie or book to read. "Finally!" I yelled out loud, "a plan not involving me masturbating for the un-teenth time."
I went to my room, threw on the sports bra, booty shorts, and running shoes I often wore to the gym, put my hair in a tight ponytail, and made my way to the gym. I went to a decently sized gym about 20 minutes from my home.
There were closer options, but they were the cheap $10/month gyms that had crappy machines or never had enough of them and had some real creeps that went there for the sole purpose of trying to hit on women.
My gym was EΕS Fitness. A bit pricey, but that was a good thing as it had better quality machines and weights, more amenities like an Olympic-sized pool, saunas, water-massage chairs, SUPER clean dressing rooms, fitness classes, a yoga studio, a rock climbing wall, indoor and outdoor turf, and members who truly cared about their fitness goals.
That last point was a big one for me. When you have quality members they tend to respect you, your space, the equipment, and the environment as they are there to work out and expect the same from you. The simple act of wiping down a machine after you are done using it is just something that is WAY TOO MUCH to ask at somewhere like Planet Fitness.
I got here at around 4:30 pm. I stopped at the front desk and bought myself a blue raspberry pre-workout drink. Not only is this drink incredibly tasty, but after about 15 minutes, it's like a shot of adrenaline and it kicks your ass into high gear. I only ever drank it when I felt lazy and or just low on energy. It's supposed to also give your muscles additional aminos and proteins to help them work harder for longer thus increasing your gains.
I rarely used the locker rooms here as I typically would just come, work out and leave, so I headed straight for the elliptical to get my blood flowing.
This was a great warm-up machine to really get the body loosened up but to also give you time to allow the pre-workout to kick in. Not to mention it was right in front of the TVs they had on the wall so I got to watch some Real Housewives while I rode the bike.
Even for a Monday, it was pretty dead tonight. Usually, there are maybe 30 to 45 people here, but tonight there were at most 20 people.
I was really enjoying that as it meant (A.) there were a lot of open machines (B.) I wasn't going to be rushed to finish my sets on the machines (C.) there were fewer eyes meaning I felt less self-conscious about my workouts.
I never felt like people were staring at my body or anything, but I definitely felt inadequate compared to some of the full-timers and felt like I was potentially being judged on my technique. Though I'm sure this was all in my head, as again, the people that came here were SUPER focused on their goals and rarely paid anyone any attention.
Putting in my AirPods and hopping onto the bike, I began my warm-up ride, and before I knew it, my 20 minutes came and gone.
I headed for the squat racks on the other side of the gym. The pre-workout drink now coursing through my veins, I was ready to feel the pump (the blood pumping and swelling the muscles if you aren't a gym rat).
As expected, all of the machines were empty thus giving me the selection of my choice. I know it probably sounds weird, but for each type of workout station, I had my 'favorite' machine.
For the squats, it was the one closest to the water fountain. The reason being, there was a hallway that led to the employee lounge, but this hallway was a nice little trot after a heavy set. It allowed me to shake off the cramping or tired muscles before the next set, allowing them to recover faster.
All of the leg workout machines were located in the same part of the gym, and other than a guy trying to max out the leg press, there was only one other woman on the side of the gym who was on the leg extension machine.
It should be mentioned that in front of the squat racks, and a lot of the other stations where heavy lifting tends to happen, there were mirrors that allowed you to pay attention to your form and prevented you from hurting or tweaking anything.
I normally would use these mirrors as one should, but often would check guys out that were in my area or watch for guys who may be staring. Not that I would do anything if I caught them, but if they were cute, I'd show them as much as I could. If they weren't, I'd try to make eye contact and let them know I see them and hopefully sway their unwanted glances.
As I got to my squat rack, I loaded it up to an easy warm-up of about 240 lbs and did my first set of 12 reps. I was feeling good. Normally I can tell how my sesh was going to go. Either I was going to rock it and max out each set until muscle failure or I was going to get tired quickly and barely complete my mandatory 3 sets. Tonight, I felt strong and like I could get 4 or 5 sets in each workout.
I added on a couple of 25 lb plates and started my first real set of 12 reps and was able to make it through with no real problem. After a 30-second breather and adding 2 more 25 lb plates, I moved on to the next one. I struggled a bit more with this set, as about 6 reps in, each squat became harder and harder to get back up. However, with a few deep breaths and a handful of deep grunts, I completed the set, officially breaking a sweat.
I decided to go for failure (when you complete as many reps as you can until your muscles just can't anymore) with my last set of squats. Adding 2 more plates at 10 lbs each, I was now at 360 lbs and psyching myself up as I began to get ready to take on my final set.
I noticed in the mirror that the woman that was on the leg extension machine had made her way over to me and was about to tap me on my shoulder. Taking an AirPod out of my ear, I turned to see what was up.
