They call me Big Ray. I run the Aardvark Gym downtown.
The Aardvark Gym is an upscale place with lots of fancy chrome equipment, lots of classes and lots of service. If you have a problem with your weight, we can get you slimmer or bulk you up, your choice. If you need a specialized exercise program for tennis, swimming, or whatever, we can set you up with a custom program that will show you results.
A very well to do man named Carleton comes to talk to me one day. His wife Caelyn is a dud in bed. Carleton wants a hot, active fuck, not dead meat. He wants to know if there is some sort of exercise that will improve Caelyn's performance.
I tell Carleton, "Performance in bed is not just about physical, it is also about mental, health and desire. We will need to have a doctor check Caelyn out and prescribe some medication. Assuming that Caelyn is in good health, we can then set up a program for Caelyn that will tone her physically. The medication will increase her desire to some extent. However, the real mental part will require some persuasion, probably physical persuasion."
Carleton tells me, "I really don't give a damn what it takes, I am gonna divorce the bitch if she don't improve a whole bunch in a hurry."
I tell Carleton, "Divorce is not necessary, but a first step will have to be the amputation of Caelyn's credit cards."
Carleton gapes at me a bit, then chuckles. He says, "I not only can go along with 'plastic amputation,' but it is one of the best ideas I have heard in a long time." He then keeps grinning and nodding to himself, muttering something about, ". . . solving a problem and saving money while doing it."
A few days later, a very angry Caelyn sits across my desk. She has gone to the doctor. She has been given a prescription. She tells me, "I don't need any of that medical stuff. What I need is my credit cards back." She then glares at me with the female fury that only plastic amputation can bring.
I walk around the desk and have Caelyn place both of her hands on my one, big right hand. I then lift my right hand up, carrying Caelyn along with it. I then lower my hand and point out to Caelyn, "I am in charge here. If you want your plastic back, you will remember that. You might also remember that Carleton has demanded results and I am damn well going to deliver those results. If you don't do what you are told, a rather painful spanking will follow, a bare bottom spanking."
Caelyn gapes at me with her mouth dropped open. She is a child of privilege and she is not used to being talked to in the manner I am talking to her.
I once again hold my hand out, palm up and raise it in front of Caelyn.
Then the memory of her little 'elevator ride' come backs. Caelyn straightens up, closes her mouth and tries to turn on the charm. She says, "I will very work hard and the whole problem will be settled 'in just a few days,' count on it."
I turn Caelyn over to Regina. Regina is a lady bodybuilder. Regina is not as strong as I am, but she is much stronger than the average woman. When Regina tells a girl to do something, the girl does it; maybe not the first time, but every time after that.
Regina delivers Caelyn to me in a private workout room I use for personal training sessions. Caelyn has had her 'bikini area' depilated and a damn good thing. Caelyn's workout outfit consists of a workout bra, the tiniest panty imaginable and a good pair of training shoes.
Caelyn is still defiant. She wants to know, "What are you going to do when Carleton finds out how I have been dressed?"
I tell her, "The first thing I am going to each week do is to take pictures of you, so that I can furnish Carleton with a weekly progress report."
Caelyn's mouth opens and closes, like a fish breathing. No sound comes out, which is probably just as well.
We start her workout. I have Caelyn do an exercise while I watch. I make sure she is doing the exercise properly and I correct her as necessary. I then have Caelyn take a swig of an 'energy drink.' The energy drink does contain the typical stuff, but also contains enough hashish extract that Caelyn will shortly be stoned.
After a few exercises, I give Caelyn a brief massage. I actually know how to do massage Chinese style and I want to check the condition of her skeletal muscles. I also want to check Caelyn's response to my hands on her.
As with most women, Caelyn has some fat around the top of her legs. I work on the fat deposits, getting quite near Caelyn's pussy in the process. What with the massage and the hashish, Caelyn is getting quite worked up.
Toward the end of the workout, I tell Caelyn, "OK, now take off your workout bra, I need to check the condition of your breasts."
A very tired Caelyn tries to protest that, "Now you are going too far!" I tell her very firmly, "You will take off your workout bra, or I will take it off for you."
