Wednesday
"Squeeze it out! Milk it!" Lori was shouting. "Deeper, Ash!"
I was doing a drop set of body weight squats after stepping out from under the bar. My legs were on fire, barely functioning. I sank all the way down, slowly, stopping at the very bottom for a second before standing back up. Lori almost had to help me on this final repetition. Peak weak was always hell, especially leg days.
I laid down on the floor and put my hands over my face. "Fuck! Christ." After a few minutes resting and cursing everything and nothing, it was on to dumbbell lunges. With the quads thoroughly torched, my glutes had to do more of the work. An ass like mine can only be built through hours and hours of hard work
Lori and I don't don't keep especially lean, but after a workout like this, I was pumped. I called Bill over to admire me while I went through some poses in front of the floor to ceiling mirrors. He'd been deepthroating some toys, something he does almost daily to get rid of his gag reflex and stretch his throat out.
"Mmmm, look at these hams, slut. Do you like it when I look more vascular?"
"You look very powerful, Maam."
"Is that a no?"
"I like watching you work out, but I don't like the veins."
"Hmm. Me neither. Let's take a shower together, then you can give me a massage. Lori still has more work to do."
Bill didn't have his cage on, so as he carefully washed every part of my body -- my blonde hair, my large, tastefully done fake tits, my flawless back and shoulders, my long and strong legs -- he was getting hard. While he was on his knees lathering my calves and feet one at a time, I used a foot to play with his big cock, our slave's best feature.
"Look at this thing. Do you think I should put it to use today?"
Even though he knows his cock getting to see some action is always paired with some kind of torment, Bill always jumps at the opportunity to get some pussy or even just a handjob. "Yes please, Maam. I haven't cum since last week."
We had been a bit mean to him lately, not even vibing him through his chastity cage or letting him jerk himself when we'd put him on the sawhorse and tried to set a new PR for his gape.
"Tell you what. If you are hard enough after you give me my massage, I'll give you a good ride. Don't forget to get in between my toes."
After gently patting me dry, we went back out to the main room. Lori was finishing up her own workout. She gave me a peck and pinched Bill's nipple as I got the massage table out, then went upstairs. She had money matters to attend to.
Even though we're both much stronger than our slave, and much better fighters, we don't take unnecessary risks. As I was on the table face down, he could conceivably do something rash, so I had him put on a thick, multi-strap collar, and attached it to one of the ceiling pulleys, giving him enough slack that he could move around and give me a proper massage, but be unable to get his arms around my neck. I put the massage oil out for him and laid down.
Bill gives very good massages, it's one of the first things he was tasked with learning when he became a slave. As he worked his way up my body, adding oil and working out any knots he came across, I was very pleased, and Bill was getting hard in anticipation. Once he got up to my shoulders and finished there, I flipped over, and he worked all the way back down, stopping to tease my breasts for a minute the way I like, then spending extra time on my quads.
All done, I opened my eyes and smiled at how hard he was. Young guys and their boners. I gave him a friendly squeeze and commanded him "Play with my pussy, slut. Get me nice and wet." I shifted my hips just a little to give some room, then stretched my arms under my head and closed my eyes while he got to it. He knows exactly what I like and it wasn't long before he got me to a good spot.
