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Big Burly Guy Meets Mike

Melanie — Tue, 20 Oct 2009 16:23:44 +0000

As expected, I did go to the gym yesterday during a few hours away from you naughties and I did indeed see big burly guy there. Well, I heard him first, before seeing him. I waltzed in, as always, in my little lycra bike shorts and this time a white tank top, my nipples perky from the chilly quick walk from the car. I never notice anyone there, just do my thing and also torment the owner (see prior posts), but when I got on the thigh squeeze machine there was this loud ANNNHHHHHGGGG to my right. I looked over there through the mirrored wall and lo and behold big burly guy was lifting some kind of weights and making all kinds of noise while doing it. Bothering everyone in the place.

What a ham!

Since I prefer more intelligent men I looked away in distaste and put my earbuds in to try to drown out his honking. Try listening to Tsychovski (my workout music) with big loud honks in the background. He kept it up, I don’t even think it was for attention he’s just so big and bulky that it hurts to pump iron. So I untwisted myself from the thigh squeezer and walked over and KICKED him in the nuts! Everyone laughed and he howled but then shut up and we all went back to doing our thing.

About an hour later I was finishing up when I turned around and there was big burly with this pathetic look on his face, cupping his nuts in his hand. “I wanted you to squeeze my balls but not like that,” he said. “You don’t get to choose how,” I said and smiled. “And by the way don’t bother my sissy anymore with your questions.”

Then I took my badass femdom self and walked out the door, not looking back despite the low sobs emitting from big burly’s bitch mouth. It doesn’t take much to break some men and I tend to like more of a challenge, but maybe he’ll grow back some balls before our next meeting so I can have more fun.

Kisses,
Empress Melanie, ball breaker extraordinaire.

My Gym Slave Bitch, Part 2

Melanie — Fri, 09 Oct 2009 17:01:25 +0000

At the end of this post I had my stroker bitch right where I wanted him, spread out over the gym’s weight bench, me behind him slamming my big ten-inch strap on cock into his tight ass over and over.

He was screaming for me to continue, and we had both forgotten about the gym’s after-hours monitoring, which kicked on after 7pm when the staff left. I guess the service listens in periodically and if they hear anything suspect they call the police to the place.

Well guess what happened. Yep.

Good thing I live in the mountains, where it gets pitch black and every bit of light fills the sky, because I noticed the red and blue lights swirling against the moon through the glass doors minutes before the police car actually arrived. My bitch noticed too, and started yelling about the monitoring, so I pulled out of him nad shoved the strap on back into my gym bag, he threw his clothes back on, pulled the weight down onto his chest and started yelling for help to get it off to throw them off the scent of our escapade. I struggled to help him just as the cops blew in with guns drawn, asking us if we were ok. One was a big buff guy who ran over and lifted the weight up back onto its cradle.

Of course we pretended that was the fuss, and they stayed maybe 10 minutes to complete a report and then were gone. We were laughing too hard to continue our fun, so I told him to come over to the house this Saturday if my huge cock friend Mike visits, so I could introduce him to the life of a cuckold. Sissy J might not like it but she’ll adjust. My bitch wants to have the party at the gym instead, but there’s no way to deactivate the monitoring so I don’t think it’s a good idea.

We’ll see how it goes. I might just save him for after-hours diversion when I’m bored. What’s your vote?

Kisses,
Mischievous Melanie

My Gym Slave Bitch

Melanie — Thu, 08 Oct 2009 17:01:14 +0000

You may remember this post where I first noticed my gym slave drooling as he watched me work out. He’s been doing it ever since, whenever we are there at the same time. And the other night I purposely went after hours to see if I could catch him alone.

I did.

Let’s just say that he locked the doors and had his own little workout, courtesy of your Mistress. I stuck a butt plug in his ass and tied him up to the hip abductor machine then made him squeeze his legs together as I increased the weights. We started with 10 pounds, increasing in increments of five until he was at his max of 50 pounds. By then he was loving the feeling of a butt plug deep in his ass, like his own personal strap on cock, and he wanted to keep going without further weight added. I had stuck a vibrating cock ring on his cock, which isn’t too shabby at six and a half inches, and his balls were stiff and ready to explode.

But I kept going with the weights, until he was at 70 pounds and completely unable to squeeze anymore. So he started writhing in the seat, trying to push the butt plug in deeper that way. But it had nowhere near the effect. He begged me to lower the weights, so I did but switched the machine mechanism so he could only push out, not squeeze in, which served to loosen his butt plug and further frustrate him.

I had in my gym bag my 10-inch strap on in case things had progressed this far. So I took him off the machine and put him across a weight bench on his stomach, then rammed him with the strap on again and again. The little stroker slut was screaming, and we both forgot about the monitoring system in the gym … can you guess what happened next?

Tune in tomorrow to find out!

Kisses,
Torture Princess Melanie xoxo

New Slave at the Gym

Melanie — Fri, 28 Aug 2009 23:37:57 +0000

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