“You like a late workout?”

“Always.”

The new manager at my gym had been desperate for me to notice him. Every time I worked out, he appeared to be in my line of sight. If I was in the weight room, there he was wiping down a nearby machine. If I went to jump rope on the patio, he was out there, as well, adjusting the lights and making sure all of the free weights were put away properly.

I like to exercise after my workday ends, and I’m serious about my schedule, but I couldn’t keep my eyes off him. He had a physique straight out of a muscle magazine and eyes like the pure blue of a fresh, mountain stream.

But despite his constant, distracting presence, I was determined to get my workouts done. After a long day at the office, all I wanted was the release of pumping iron and jumping rope.

But every night after leaving the gym, I’d fantasize about him. That was my time. Me time. I’d think about the way he watched me, that little smile on his face as he tilted his head to take me in. I wondered what he was like in bed, whether he was someone who’d take charge or someone who would submit.

Finally, I decided to make a play. I went into the gym even later than usual, an hour before closing. The whole time I worked out, I noticed him noticing me. As I pushed through my exercises the rest of the members gradually departed. We were moving steadily toward closing time. But I still had a few reps to get in. Only when I was drenched in sweat did I finally make direct eye contact.

He grinned at me. I grinned back. He looked around the desolate gym. It was just the two of us. The place was empty.

“Shower,” I said, indicating the women’s changing room.

“And after?”

“What do you have in mind?”

“After my shower, I came back into the gym. I was naked and ready.”

He licked his lips and looked me up and down. “You looked good on the bench,” he said, indicating the sloping vinyl seat I’d done my sit-ups on.

“Yeah?”

“Have you ever been tied down on it?”

As I shook my head, I felt my pussy growing wet. I’d never been tied down anywhere before, but the idea was intriguing. He told me he would bind me to the scarlet board, and then he would make me come like I never had before.

“You’ll be in total control,” he said. “You’ll have a safeword, and if things get too intense, you can tell me to stop.”

Ultimately, I agreed. He seemed so motivated that I found my expectations turned to high. I hadn’t realized how much I would actually love giving in. After my shower, I came back into the gym. I was naked and ready. He’d spread a towel over the sloping board, and he had a jump rope in hand. I was elated to see him using the equipment in a kinky new way.

Quickly, he bound my wrists to the bench. Then he did the same thing with my ankles, checking in with me the whole time.

“Are you okay?” he asked when I couldn’t move.

“Very,” I said, and I was. I could feel a warm sensation spreading through me. I tested my bonds, found that I was fairly firmly held, and then I relaxed. Being bound made my cunt sloppy-wet.

He started by kissing the soles of my bare feet. Then he licked and kissed his way up my thighs. I raised my hips to encourage him, but I didn’t say a word.

When I was nearly delirious with lust, he loosened the ropes so he could flip me over and bind me facedown. He fucked me like that, with me pinned in place. With my clit mashed against the towel-covered bench and his cock in me so deep, I came harder than I thought possible.

After we caught our breath and he set me free, I had to ask him a question of my own.

“Have you ever been tied down?”

He shook his head, but his eyes seemed brighter than usual, like he was lit up from inside.

“Well,” I said, feeling suddenly bound and determined myself. “It’s time for me to take control!”

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