A Domme in the Neighborhood - Part 7

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"He needs a membership," Monica said to the lovely, fit young woman behind the counter at the gym.

"Absolutely," she replied with a smile. "Let me get a form."

The girl turned and disappeared into a back office as Monica put a hand on Adam's arm and said, "Don't worry. It's quick. They just need the basic information, and your credit card, of course."

Adam pulled out his wallet and freed his credit card.

"When was the last time you had a gym membership?" Monica asked.

"I'm not sure I ever have," he answered. "I went to the gym in college, but even then it wasn't actually all that often. I think I just went because a girl I was interested in worked there."

Monica smiled. "And how did that interest of yours work out, Adam? Did you convince that girl to let you take her on a date?"

Adam shook his head. "No. It took me a few months to gather the courage to ask her out, but she said no. She let me down gently, if I remember, and a few weeks later I saw her with the kind of guy that looked like he worked out a lot more frequently than I did."

"And what about your ex?" Monica asked. "Did she go to the gym?"

"Erica? Yeah, she did. I'm pretty sure she went every day, actually," Adam answered.

"And do you think your lack of interest in the gym might have contributed to your break up?" Monica asked. "Do you think that Erica felt like she deserved to be with a man that took his body more seriously than you do?"

Adam considered the question and then thought of the guy he'd seen in a few of Erica's Instagram posts soon after they'd broken up. He was certainly fitter than Adam, so it made sense that she'd been looking for a guy like that. "You know, she did start dating someone fitter after she broke up with me."

Monica smiled, leaned in, and softly asked, "And do you think he fucked her like a woman wants to be fucked, Adam? Do you think he fucked her like Everett fucks me? Do you think he fucked her like you never could?"

Adam felt a stirring in his gym shorts and he tried his best not to let it become a full blown erection, as he couldn't very well be walking around the gym with a tent in his shorts.

"Here you are," the cheerful gym employee said as she returned with a clipboard and an application for Adam to fill out.

"Thank you," Monica said as Adam grabbed a pen and got to work. "You know, my friend here recently lost a girlfriend - in part, at least - because he just didn't take his fitness seriously. Can you believe that he's never had a gym membership? He doesn't even do home workouts."

"Oh, well, that's a shame," the girl said. "Fitness is important. I mean, I can't imagine being with a guy that didn't take his health and his body seriously."

"You hear that, Adam?" Monica asked. "If you have any hope of finding a woman, you're going to need to get in shape. It's a good thing you have a friend like me to help point you in the right direction, isn't it?"

Adam actually enjoyed Monica's gentle teasing and he appreciated her willingness to offer up a bit of mild humiliation in public. Oddly enough, it felt like she was expressing that she cared for him, which put a smile on his face as he filled out the form. "She's right," Adam said as he looked up. "I'm very lucky to have a friend like her."

When he was finished Adam handed over his credit card and the signed form and the girl took it away to finish his application.

"Do you ever think about Erica?" Monica asked.

"Sometimes," Adam said. "I do miss her."

"Do you think she misses you, Adam?" Monica asked in a soft, seductive tone. "Or do you think she's found someone to give her what you couldn't? Do you think she's found the sort of man that can fuck her properly, that can make her pussy feel good as he fucks her?"

Adam nodded as Monica tapped into a vein of desire he hadn't fully explored. He found it shockingly arousing, though.

"I'm not sure you could ever be that kind of man, Adam, but you can certainly look like him," Monica said as she put a hand on his arm and rubbed it in a gentle, reassuring manner. "All it takes is a whole lot of hard work at the gym. But you can do that, can't you?"

"I think so," he answered.

"Here's your card," the girl said as she returned. "You'll be billed a prorated total for the rest of the month and then on the first of each month."

"Thank you," Adam said as he felt his erection deflate enough that he could actually walk into the gym safely.

Monica gave him a gentle pat on the ass and said, "Let's go work out."

Adam followed as he marveled at her willingness to play - at least a little - in a public space. It wasn't likely any of their neighbors would be at the gym, but Monica didn't seem to care either way. She wasn't looking around to see if anyone she knew was there. She was simply being her dominant self - a slightly lesser way than when they played in private, of course - and having fun with him.

"Let's do a little cardio to warm up," Monica said before making a beeline for the elliptical machines. She tossed her towel over one and was about to step on and get started when she looked down and said, "Oh, my shoe's untied. Adam, would you mind getting on your knees and tying it for me?"

Adam saw a playful smile on Monica's face and he felt his pulse rate increase at the idea of offering a hint of submission in public. He saw she was serious about him doing it, too, and he happily dropped to his knees and tied her shoe.

"Why don't you re-do the other one just in case it's come loose," she suggested.

Adam looked up at her - she looked astonishing in her leggings and sports bra - and then smiled and looked back down to tie her other shoe. Submitting to her in such a public place felt unexpectedly thrilling and he could only hope she had more in store for him.

"You know," Monica said softly, "it would make me happy if you bent down and kissed both of my shoes, Adam."

He did so without hesitation, planting a soft kiss on both of her shoes before looking up and seeing a smile on her face. It had, in fact, made her happy.

"Let's get sweaty," she said before hopping on the elliptical.

Adam got to his feet and did the same. He tried his best to keep up with the speed at which Monica moved on her elliptical, but she was clearly in far better shape than him and he struggled. After ten minutes, Adam was huffing and puffing and he had a good build up of sweat along his forehead and dripping down the side of his face.

"It feels good to get sweaty, doesn't it?" Monica asked.

Adam looked over to see a smile on her face and he was almost certain there was a vaguely sexual context to her question - after all, a good fuck sometimes left you sweaty - but he wasn't sure.

"You know, I can feel a great deal of sweat on my lower back," she continued. "Would you mind using my towel and wiping up all the sweat for me, Adam?"

She handed him her towel and Adam took it and moved behind Monica as she stood still on the elliptical. He slowly wiped up the sweat from her exposed lower back - there really was quite a bit of it - and then she deftly spun around, looked down, and pointed to her stomach. Adam wiped that clean too and once again felt a delightful uptick in his pulse rate as he offered service to Monica in public.

"Thank you, Adam," she said before gently taking the towel from him. "I love that you're so eager to be helpful."

"I am," he replied while staring up at the woman he so desperately wanted to worship.

Monica stepped off the elliptical, approached Adam, and rested a hand on his chest for a moment. She smiled and leaned in and he thought she might actually kiss him, though of course that was insane. Instead, Monica whispered, "My pussy is wet, Adam. Your willingness to submit here in the gym has me soaked. I wish I could push you to your back and sit on your face until you made me cum."

Adam wanted to moan - her whispered words and gentle touch managed to fill him with an immense sense of arousal - but he held it off as his cock surged to life in his shorts.

"Would you enjoy that, Adam? Would you enjoy it if I made you lie on your back so I could ride your face here at the gym? Would you enjoy it if I coated your face in my juices while you made me cum like a good boy?" Monica asked.

Adam was hard now. He was painfully erect and completely caught up in his desire to serve Monica. "Yes, I'd love that," he answered. He would have done it if she'd asked. He probably would have ended up in jail for doing so, but he would have done it.

"You're such a naughty boy," she whispered before pulling her hand from his chest and stepping away. "Follow me. We need to get you familiar with weights, Adam."

Adam grabbed his towel, gave the elliptical a quick wipe down, and then tried his best to casually hold the towel over his crotch so he could hide the obvious bulge that Monica's deftly-delivered teasing words had formed.

They stopped at the edge of the free weight area and Monica leaned over and asked, "Which of these guys looks the most like the one your ex-girlfriend took up with after she dumped your ass?"

There were half a dozen guys - all of whom looked exceptionally fit and muscular - lifting in the free weight area. None looked exactly like the guy Erica had started seeing after breaking up with Adam, but one struck him as pretty close. "Him," Adam said as he subtly gestured towards a tall, dark-haired guy with exceptionally well-built arms.

"And how do you think you compare to him, Adam?" Monica asked. "Physically, I mean."

"I...I don't," Adam answered. "Compare, I mean. I can tell that he's physically superior."

Monica put a hand on Adam's lower back and then quickly moved it down and squeezed his ass. "It's good that you can admit that, Adam. But, it doesn't have to be that way. You could change your body. Any man can change his body. Of course, you can't change who you are. You'll still be a submissive even if you get big and strong. You'll still be the kind of guy that would want me to ride his face in the gym and cover him with my slick, sweet pussy juices, almost like I've just given him a facial because his willingness to submit - to offer himself to me - was such a turn on."

Adam wished she'd grab his ass again. He wished she'd push him onto his knees and then onto his back. He wished she'd mount his face and ride him like he was a sex toy. He knew that wouldn't happen in the gym, but he held out hope that it would happen at some point that day, in particular because Monica was clearly thinking about it.

"I wonder, Adam, if you could actually fuck a woman the way she wants to be fucked if you rebuilt your body. I think a submissive man could do that," Monica said. "I think if he was instructed to fuck a woman hard and fast and if he had the strength to do so - which you obviously don't - I think he could probably deliver."

Adam thought of Erica. The sex they'd had was always great for him, but there were times when he could tell it wasn't that way for her, especially towards the end. Sometimes she'd look bored as they fucked, and even more so when they enjoyed a slower, more sensual kind of sexual intercourse. Then, for some reason, Adam pictured the guy he'd pointed out fucking Erica. He pictured his arms rippling as he took Erica from behind. He pictured Erica's hands on the muscular guy's chest as she got on top and rode him. He only stopped when it became clear his cock would soon reach a fully erect state once more if he didn't.

"You seem excited, Adam," Monica said. "What were you just thinking of?"

"Erica...having sex with someone else, someone strong and fit," Adam answered.

"Naughty boy," Monica replied. "You know, that's how Everett almost always fucks me, Adam. He's a powerful man and he likes to express that power when we have sex. I like it, too. I can't tell you how good it feels to cum all over his big cock after he's fucked me like a man is supposed to fuck a woman. Sometimes my legs end up trembling long after I've cum because he fucked me so good. Would you like to watch that, Adam? Would you like to see in person what it's like to fuck a woman in a way I'm certain you've never managed to fuck a woman?"

"Yes," Adam said as he imagined Everett and Monica fucking in that matter.

"You know that Everett's going to cum in your mouth when that happens, right?" Monica asked, recalling a conversation they'd had a week ago. "You know he's going to fuck me, make me cum, and then I'm going to stroke his beautiful dick until he spills his load on that eager, filthy little tongue of yours. And you're going to swallow for him, too. You're going to swallow my husband's cum and you're going to do it for me."

"Yes," Adam said as his knees wobbled from the sheer pleasure of imagining such a naughty delight.

"We should really get you started on a workout," Monica replied. "Believe it or not, I've learned enough from watching Everett over the years that I know the basics and I'll be more than happy to teach you. Would you enjoy that, Adam? Would you enjoy having me teach you how to get started shaping your body into something a woman would actually enjoy having on top of her?"

"Yes, very much so," he answered.

Monica smiled, took his hand, and led him into the free weights area. Adam kept the towel over his crotch until his erection had faded and then he paid close attention to every single word Monica uttered as she displayed an impressive array of knowledge with regards to the science of building muscle through weight creation. She explained the concept of progressive overload, pointed out the best exercises for working multiple muscle groups at the same time, and made him promise that instead of doing a specific number of reps that he'd push his muscles until just short of failure before ending a set.

Adam worked his way through an exhausting set of exercises under Monica's watchful eye and when he was finished his muscles felt like they'd turned to jelly, in the best way possible, of course.

"Thank you," Adam said as he and Monica departed the free weight area and headed for yet another set of cardio machines.

"You're welcome, Adam," she replied. "That was fun. I'm not qualified to be a trainer, but I felt a little bit like one today."

"You knew a lot more about all of that than I expected, that's for sure," Adam noted.

Monica smiled as she set her towel on a treadmill. "I do like to learn," she said. "I've already learned so much about becoming a better domme, don't you think?"

Adam nodded and hopped on the treadmill next to hers.

"For instance, I understand that a good domme rewards her submissive when he's done as she desires," Monica continued. "So, I'm going to reward you after you've finished this run by sitting on your face. We won't do it in the gym, of course, but we'll do it the moment we get home. I'll sit on that face of yours, I'll smother you with my sweaty, slick pussy, and I'll let you make me cum as a reward for being good for me."

"How fast do you want me to run?" Adam asked.

Monica smiled. "Six miles an hour for twenty minutes."

Adam set the speed and timer and set off on the treadmill. His legs were burning five minutes into the run, but he wasn't going to stop. He was breathing hard and heavy at ten minutes, but he was certain he could make it. His heart was pounding, but that was a good thing. After twenty minutes Adam felt as though he'd never been so exhausted, but he'd made it, and that was all that mattered.

They did a five minute cooldown walk and then Monica grabbed her towel and said, "Let's go."

Adam followed her out of the gym and towards her car - she'd driven him to the gym - in the parking lot. It was parked next to a huge SUV with tinted windows and a smile crossed Monica's face as she stepped between the two cars.

"Adam, come here," Monica instructed. He raced around from the passenger side until he was standing next to Monica. She slowly spun around, looked over her shoulder, and said, "Get on your knees and pull my leggings down."

Adam dropped to his knees and reached up to pull her leggings down until her milky white, perfect ass came into view.

"Lick the sweat off my ass," she instructed.

Adam saw Monica look around - presumably to check that no one was coming - and he felt secure enough to lean forward and lick her ass clean in a public parking lot. The saltiness of sweat hit his tongue and when Monica put a hand on the back of his head Adam couldn't help but moan at the comforting pleasure of being controlled by the woman he loved to worship.

"Now spread my cheeks, Adam," she instructed.

Adam reached up, dug his fingers into the soft flesh of her ass, and spread her cheeks.

"Now lick up all the sweat," she said.

Adam's dick was stiff as steel as he leaned forward, pressed his face between Monica's glorious ass cheeks, and licked her clean. The excitement of rimming her asshole filled his body. His heart pounded. His cock leaked a bit of precum into his underwear. Monica applied pressure to the back of his head and pushed him deeper between her cheeks, as if she found pleasure in seizing that sort of control over him and making Adam do exactly as she pleased.

"Thank you, Adam," Monica said as she stepped away from him and pulled up her leggings. "Your willingness to do as you're told never ceases to amaze and arouse me."

"Thank you, Monica," he replied before standing.

She looked down at the bulge in his shorts, stepped closer, and took it in her hand. She stroked him as their eyes met and even through two layers of fabric her touch was astoundingly pleasurable.

"I think I'll let you cum today, Adam," she said while stroking him a little faster. "You'll have to wait until we get home, but I think you deserve to cum."

"Thank you," he replied.

Monica released his cock and said, "Now get in the car."

Adam rushed to the passenger side and got in the car. Monica drove them home while offering up teasing dirty talk about Erica and the sex she'd almost certainly had with the new man - and men, really - in her life since she'd dumped Adam. Without touching him she managed to keep Adam in a state of arousal right up until they pulled into her garage.

They made it to her living room before Monica ordered Adam onto his back. He moved into position without hesitation and watched her strip off her sneakers and leggings. She stood over his face and he looked up at her pussy, which in that moment was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

Monica smiled and squatted over his face until her pussy was inches away from his mouth. She slipped two fingers inside, making it perfectly clear she was soaking wet, and then pulled them out and rubbed them over Adam's lips. Those fingers then disappeared into his mouth and towards the back of his throat, triggering his gag reflex while Monica wore a fascinated look on her face, like she was testing out how far she could push her toy. Adam could have rolled away or reached up to grab her wrist and stop the face fucking that made him gag, but he didn't, for that's not what a good submissive did. He simply took what Monica offered, even if it was unpleasant.

Monica pulled her fingers from his mouth and sat on his face without a word. She smothered Adam just like she'd promised she would and she absolutely covered him in her pussy juices as she rode him. She seemed determined to soak every inch of his face in her slippery fluids and he found it hugely pleasurable to once again be treated like he was little more than a toy for her to play with.

Adam tried his best to find her clit with his tongue, but Monica clearly didn't intend on cumming like that. She rubbed her pussy from his forehead down to his chin and then side to side. She rubbed all over him, stimulating her clit wherever she could and soaking Adam in the process. An orgasm overtook her in short order - all their play must have left her exceptionally aroused - and then she sat right over his mouth and let her body quiver with delight while juices poured onto his tongue.

When she'd finished cumming, Monica slid down Adam's body until she sat across his crotch. She took off her sports bra, leaving her naked on top of him and offering the most beautiful sight he'd ever been privileged to witness. Monica leaned back, put her hands on his thighs, and moved her hips over his crotch like she was fucking him. There were still two layers of fabric separating them and Adam knew it was probably the closest he'd ever get to actually having sex with her, which made it as arousing as anything he'd ever experienced.

Monica's hips moved at an increasing pace until she found the speed she wanted and then dry humped Adam until he was right on the verge of an orgasm. She didn't say a word, instead letting him enjoy the sights and physical sensations of very nearly having sex with her.

"Are you close, Adam?" Monica asked when he was, in fact, exceptionally close.

He nodded.

Monica smiled and said, "Then go ahead and cum. Make a mess in your pants. Cum as a man like you deserves to cum. Cum while you're as close to fucking me as you'll likely ever get. I fucked your face with my pussy, but I'm never going to fuck your cock, Adam. So cum and savor the pleasure of having me ride you."

Adam came hard in his shorts. Monica leaned forward, put her hands on his chest, and moved her hips in slow circles as she looked down into his eyes with a smile on her face. He saw a sense of joy in her eyes, as if she found it thrilling to be able to control him like that, to tease an orgasm out of him, and that somehow enhanced his pleasure.

"Take your shorts off," Monica instructed as she hopped off his crotch and sat next to him on the carpet.

Adam hastily stripped, exposing his still-excited cock and the mess of cum in his underwear.

"Now lick up your mess," she said. "Lick it out of your underwear."

Adam did so without hesitation. His cum tasted terrible, but he didn't care. Monica had rewarded him with a great orgasm and he wasn't going to disobey her. He did what she wanted and bathed his tongue in the taste of semen in the process.

"Now you're going to make me cum again," she said before getting up and sitting on the couch. "You're going to take your time, though. You're going to worship my pussy, to make love to it with your tongue."

Adam set his shorts and underwear aside and crawled between Monica's legs. He settled in a comfortable position and set about gently worshiping her pussy as she desired. With any luck he'd get to spend a great deal of time between her thighs, tasting her sweet pussy juices and slowly bringing her to an orgasm, which had quickly become among the greatest thrills of his life.

Monica turned on the TV, found something she wanted to watch, and a smile crossed her face as she put a hand on the top of Adam's head. She didn't say a word, instead remaining silent as he did everything in his power to satisfy her pussy and ensure his domme was as happy with him as he was with her.