New Slave at the Gym

Once again your Princess is collecting slaves! Not only you phone sex slaves are keeping me busy these days, but fetish-loving strokers even swarm me when I’m out and about in my daily life. Today, for instance, I was at the gym minding my own business on a leg machine when I felt, rather than saw, eyes boring into me. There were only two or three other members there, all within my view in the wall mirror. So who could this be?

I finished my regimen all sweaty and hot, when the gym owner approached me. He startled me, I didn’t see him there! But I recognized his eyes as those that had not left me since I had started my routine. He said he had not often seen a body as sexy as mine. Usually members’ bodies are “in progress,” as he put it, and he was intrigued that I was already in such great shape. He stammered as he spoke and was a bit uncomfortable, as if he had something to tell me. I was busy with my workout and said thanks and walked off to continue, leaving him standing there so pathetic and drooling after me.

I did a few more machines (Princess loves the burn) and then turned to see him still staring, even while members were trying to ask him questions. My goodness, talk about obsession! I rolled my eyes and went into the dressing room, stripped naked and walked into the sauna. It occurred to me that the pervert just might have a camera rigged in there so I took in with me a six-inch strapon that folds up to fit in my purse, a gift from last week’s cuckold couple houseguests. I locked the sauna door for privacy, slipped on the strap on cock and showed the stroker owner just how I would move if he was on his knees in front of me, and then into him from behind.

I emerged about 30 minutes later, showered and walked to the front of the gym to leave. There he was, frozen at the desk, his mouth hanging open and actual drool coagulated in the corners. He was staring down at something, and as I passed I leaned over to see what it was – the sauna on a monitor, it figures ~chuckle. I went next door for a Starbucks and as I passed the gym again he was still staring down while some trainers had started to gather around him, concerned. Serves the pervert right, I thought, and got into my car and drove off.

Tomorrow’s workout should be interesting.

Kisses, Melanie xo