Neighbors Ch. 11

I stayed in for the required 30 minutes, and was shivering by the time I got out. My legs DID feel better, though. I collapsed on the couch again after I got dressed.

Another text. I grabbed my phone, hoping it was from Amber. It wasn't.

-for dinner you'll eat two chicken breasts. no dressing or oil. You can eat an apple if you're still hungry after. see you tomorrow AM-

I groaned. This was the first time she had told me what I would be eating - previously she had just offered suggestions. I had chicken breasts in the fridge but no apples. I guessed I'd have to head to the store if it came to that.

The next morning I dragged myself out of bed to meet Sarah at seven as usual. My legs were still sore all over, but on the bright side it was arms and chest day. She was there before me as usual. I almost gasped when I saw her. She was wearing small, super tight shorts. The hem was rolled down, showing the waistband of her panties on her hips. The legs of the shorts stopped right at her crotch. Instead of a jog bra she was wearing a tiny white bikini top. The triangles covered her small breasts but that was it. Her hair was pulled back into a single long braid. She saw my reaction and smiled.

"Hey Chris! How are those legs feeling?"

I groaned.

"Sore." I responded.

She laughed as she walked over to the reception desk.

"I bet. Before I forget, I've got something for you."

I raised my eyebrows, intrigued.

She stood up on her tip toes and bent over at the waist to get something from behind the low counter. I was staring directly at her muscular ass. The very bottom of her cheeks were poking out of her scandalous shorts. I felt myself try to get hard in the cage and grimaced from the pain. Just then Sarah turned around with two giant linen bags her hands. I thought I saw a flicker of amusement when she saw the look of discomfort on my face.

"Catch!"

She heaved the bags at me, and I caught them reflexively. They had to weigh several pounds each, but luckily they were soft. I set them both down on the floor - they were closed with a drawstring.

"Go ahead - open them" Sarah was watching me with a grin on her face.

I slowly opened one of the bags. It was full of clothes. Mostly workout gear, I noted. I look at Sarah.

"You're going to be my laundry bitch from now on" she laughed, noting my dismayed expression. "It's good timing because I'm completely out of jog bras - which is why I'm wearing this." She cupped her breasts with her hands, lifting them slightly. She looked at me carefully.

"You don't mind, do you?"

I wasn't sure what she meant - doing her laundry or the fact that she had to wear a bikini. I couldn't think very clearly anyways - she had left her hands on her boobs and was watching me. I could feel an erection try to start again, and grimaced slightly.

Sarah smiled, seeing my reaction. Still holding her hands on her chest, she spoke softly and measured.

"You're going to iron and fold everything. Hang my bras to dry - I don't like them going through the dryer."

Her specific directions were somehow getting me more aroused. My gaze was fixed on her breasts. She gave them a gentle, slow squeeze. I gasped as the points suddenly dug in, hard. Her smile deepened.

"You're going to put all of the folded clothes in a nice box, like you did yesterday. And for all of the hanging clothes you're going to buy nice, wooden hangers."

I found myself nodding. The pain from the cage was building.

"And you're going to pay me for doing this, aren't you, Chris?"

I moaned.

"Yes, Sarah" I replied, finally tearing my gaze off her chest and looking her in the eyes. She was grinning widely.

"You know, it's sort of fun - I have to admit I like teasing you now that I know about your..." her eyes flicked down to my crotch "...your little cage. It's so easy to tell when you're turned on by watching your face as those points or whatever start to poke. It's sort of an ego boost to know the littlest thing I do turns you on."

I thought to myself that she surely turns all guys on - she is stunning. Different then Amber for certain but equally incredible.

"Now strip and hop on the scale - I'm going to work you hard today."

I groaned as I headed to the changing room. I peeled off my clothes as normal and stood on the scale in my underwear.

"uh uh" she said, standing just to my side in the small room with her clipboard.

"Undies off too."

Startled, I looked at her.

"I have to check that your cage thingy isn't causing any issues with your exercise. If it chafes or begins to rub we'll have to modify what we're doing. Plus it's a more accurate weight reading." She looked at her watch impatiently. "Hurry up."

Blushing with embarrassment, I lowered my underwear and stepped out of them for the second time in front of Sarah. I could see her conceal a smirk behind her hand as she bent over to look at the scale. She marked the weight and then sat on the small stool. She looked closely at my crotch, moving her head from side to side to see it from all angles.

"Ok, looks just fine at the moment - lift it up for me, please."

I reached down and picked up the cage, lifting myself slightly. She looked for another second.

"Alright, so far so good."

She reached out for her phone and I saw her open the camera app. She casually pointed the lens at my naked body.

"Sarah! Stop!" I covered my genitals with my hands and turned away, awkwardly.

"Oh stop that." She said, in an annoyed tone, swatting my hands away with her left hand while she held the phone trained on me with the other.

"I already have pictures of you in your ice bath, remember?" I heard an electronic shutter sound from her phone as she took a picture. "Now turn around."

I instinctively did what she said, even though my mind was whirling. I heard more pictures being taken.

"But why? What are you going to do with those?" I asked. I cringed as I heard the tone in my voice. It didn't come out like the authoritative command I had hoped it would be - I thought to my own ear I just sort of sounded whiney.

"Hop back on the scale for me...good boy. Now raise your arms up...good..." Sarah walked around me, snapping photos quickly. She took pictures of my weight on the scale, and close ups of different parts of my naked body, walking around me swiftly. Despite the embarrassment, or perhaps because of it, I felt the points dig in cruelly. I groaned and doubled over slightly, holding my hands over my cage. I had no idea why - it wasn't like I could sooth my injured cock. Sarah looked at me with a smirk.

"No - stand up straight. Arms up as well."

She continued to take another few pictures.

"If you must know, I'm doing this for three reasons. First of all, I have an instagram account where I post before and after pictures of some of my more successful clients. I didn't have high hopes for you at first, but to be honest..." she snapped some more pics of my arms in quick succession, still held awkwardly out at my sides "...to be honest I've never had quite this level of control over a client. I have a feeling you're going to shape up nicely over time." She laughed at this and patted my head, like I was some sort of pet.

"Of course those are all G rated pictures - I do have a degree in this, you know" she said, chuckling again. "I normally have to ask my client's permission, but I don't think that will be an issue with you." She smiled.

"Which leads me to my second reason. After I saw your...cage...yesterday, I did some reading on the internet. As you know, business has been down a bit since the pandemic. Ok, you can put your arms down now." I did with a sigh of relief. She stood behind me now.

"Ok - now bend over and touch your toes."

I moaned.

"No...please...you have enough pictures. Please no more." I was already red from embarrassment and I didn't think I could take any more.

"Do it. Now."

Her reply was calm, but forceful. Groaning, I slowly bent over and touched my toes, still perched on the scale. I heard more pictures being taken.

"Good - now spread your legs more. As far as you can on the scale."

I awkwardly walked my feet apart until they were slightly wider than shoulder width and the outside edges of my feet were hanging off of the scale. More electronic shutter clicks. I looked back between my knees and saw Sarah, kneeling on one knee like a professional photographer, lining up another shot.

"These are great - I can see the cage between your legs now. And those marks on your ass should get me some clients."

I screwed my eyes shut. I was trembling from embarrassment.

"So after digging around on the internet," she continued "I saw that there was sort of a niche kink - guys that were interested in using chastity to get whipped into shape. It seems like they pay exorbitant rates." She chuckled and I heard her stand up. My eyes were still tightly closed.

"Stay like that for a bit - you need to stretch your quads anyways." I heard her walk over to the stool and sit.

"Some of these pictures are good - but this room is too small - all I got are closeups. Anyways, I thought I could be pretty good at that, with you to practice on." She chuckled. "And almost all of the sites I saw that catered to this were just a woman dressed in some ridiculous leather outfit with maybe a dumbbell or something. I thought, well, I actually HAVE a locked up client, unlike many of them I suspect, so that should give me an edge in advertising my services. Not to mention an actual gym at my disposal."

She was silent for a moment. I opened my eyes and glanced up. The blood was rushing to my head in this position and my quads and hamstrings were starting to burn. She was sitting casually on the stool with her legs crosses, flipping through her recent photos on her phone.

"So I'm going to take some more photos during your workout today to use for my advertising. Sort of like, before photos, you know? And more over time to show your progression."

I shook my head, which felt strange in my inverted position.

"No Sarah. I'm sorry but I can't risk having these photos on the internet...I run a company and...and the risk..." The words were coming out in a rush. I was flustered and starting to shake slightly from the strain of my bent over position.

"Oh hush" she said, impatiently, still flicking through photos on her phone. "I'm not stupid. I won't include anything incriminating. I'll crop out or blur your face and anything that makes this gym recognizable." Satisfied with the photos she took so far, she stood. All I could see from my position were her sneakers as she stood over me.

"You can stand now - time for your workout."

I slowly and gingerly stood up. Sarah was grinning at me, with her arms crossed on her chest. I reached out to pick up my underwear.

"Uh uh" Sarah said with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. "I never said to get dressed."

I panicked. The gym was empty as it always was but someone could walk in at any second. There were no windows, but the door was glass and from the right angle someone could see inside.

I shook my head wildly.

"No, please...I...I can't."

Her smile turned to a frown.

"You can and you will, Chris. Unless you want me to mark down on my clipboard that you missed another workout."

I remembered the missed run from Tuesday afternoon.

"If it helps you, I have this gym reserved for this hour. It is extremely unlikely that anyone would come in. But the only thing that should matter to you is that we're in a gym, I'm your trainer, and I'm telling you to do something. That should be enough."

I stared at her for just a second. There was iron resolve in her face. I knew from bitter experience that disappointing her wouldn't go well for me. I lowered my gaze to the floor, defeated.

"Yes, Sarah."

I saw her nod in approval in my peripheral vision.

"Put your shoes and socks on though - safety first."

I perched on the stool and slipped on my socks, and laced up my shoes as Sarah watched. Somehow having only shoes on made me feel even more naked than before.

Sarah led the way back to the main room. I couldn't help but stare at her ass again in the tiny shorts. The straps from her thong were still visible on her hips above the folded-over hem of her shorts. Suddenly she stopped and turned, catching me staring. My face reddened again as she smirked.

"Put two forty five pound plates on the bench press bar. You can do your first set without me spotting you."

I went over the struggled with the plates, putting them on the bar as I've seen Sarah do for several days now. I tried to ignore the clicks from her phone as she stood back and took pictures.

"Ok - on the bench. first set of ten reps."

I laid down, feeling the cool leather of the bench under my naked backside. It burned where it contacted the marks left by Ms. Sutton, but luckily that was beginning to fade slightly over time. I grabbed the bar and lifted it off the support, feeling the heavy weight directly above me. I did my first set of ten, breathing out as I lifted the weight as Sarah taught me. I felt my cock weighted down by the steel chastity cage flop down between my spread legs. Again, I tried not to think about Sarah walking around me snapping photos from every angle. Finishing the last one with a bit of a struggle, I placed it back on the support and groaned. I could feel sweat start to break out all over my body.

Suddenly Sarah was standing over me. She swung a leg over my body and sat down firmly on my stomach. She smiled down at me and pulled her long single braid over her right shoulder. She held up her phone, ready to take more pictures. I felt her muscular butt pressed down on me - her legs were dangling off the ground to either side. I stared at her toned torso above me. Her abs were showing and the small swell of her breasts filled each cup of her scant bikini top. I thought of her warm pussy just inches from my caged cock and groaned. Her smile deepened as she scooted her rear around a bit, getting comfortable on me and I groaned again. My cock was trying to swell and was being crushed in the unyielding steel.

"I can take some action shots and spot you from here. Time for your next set."

I moaned again, this time for a non-sexual reason, and grabbed the bar. As I lifted, Sarah took a few more photos, holding the phone directly over my chest. As I began to struggle near the end of the set, she set her phone on my stomach in front of her and placed both hands firmly on my chest. Her arms were now squeezing her breasts together in front of her and I tried to focus on my breath and lifting the weight.

"Come on...you're doing really good...just three more for me...that's it..." She was speaking encouragingly to me as I finished the set. As I placed the bar back in the support she gave me an encouraging smile.

"Two more sets! Then some butterflies."

She sat on my stomach through the rest of the bench press. The last rep of the third set she had to reach out and curl the bar to help me place it back, and the last three of the last set she had to help me with as well. Each time I saw the ripple of well-toned muscles in her chest and arms, which did intriguing things to her breasts. When I was done she climbed off of me to my regret, and took more photos as I set up the bench for a different exercise. For the rest of the hour, she took photos and spotted for me as appropriate. She never left me in a dangerous position alone with the weights, and I found myself thinking even more of her professionally, despite the fact that I was nude except for my shoes and the small chastity cage.

The workout was exhausting, like they all were, and at the end I was sweating profusely. Sarah tossed me a couple of towels and a spray bottle before sitting down in a chair and crossing her legs comfortably before pulling out her clipboard.

"Wipe yourself off and then spray and wipe down all of the exercise equipment you used."

I looked longingly for a second in the direction of the changing room where my clothes lay. Sarah met my gaze and shook her head slowly. With a sigh, I toweled my naked body off as she watched and tossed the towel in the giant hamper near the door. I made my way from station to station, carefully spraying with the sanitizing solution and wiping it up, carefully not to drip sweat on any of the equipment. Sarah was watching me from time to time as she took notes on her clipboard, probably keeping track of the weights I had done in the last hour, I thought.

I reviewed everything that had happened in the last hour as I worked. My relationship with Sarah had changed irrevocably. There was no better symbol for that than the fact that I was basically stark naked working while she watched. I replayed our conversation in my head and realized something.

"Uh, Sarah?" I said, standing up from where I was crouched over a weight rack, towel and spray bottle in hand.

"Hmmm?" She said, looking up from whatever she was writing."

"Earlier, you said you were taking, uh..photos...for three reasons. You only mentioned two."

"Oh, did I?" She said, thoughtfully.

"Yes, um - your instagram account plus I guess...a website you mentioned? That's two reasons."

She smiled.

"Oh - I wouldn't worry about that."

She went back to her clipboard.

I frowned but it didn't look like she was going to elaborate. I finished cleaning the weight rack and stood up.

"Uh, I'm done, Sarah."

She stood up and walked over to me, checking the benches and weights along the way.

"Ok - good work. Your workout was better today. Only a few reps you were unable to do. I've made note of these and we'll discuss them at your review on Tuesday."

I flushed and looked down, shifting uncomfortably.

"Uh, thanks."

She stood in front of me, looking me up and down. She was tall, I noted again - almost exactly my height of six feet. I tried not to stare again at her apple sized breasts in her bikini.

"I'll get you in shape, Chris - don't worry. Just keep doing what I tell you to. It'll be tough at first as your body gets used to exercise, but in a few weeks when you start to see results it gets easier."

I nodded, not sure what to say.

"You have the weekend off from weights, but don't forget I expect you to run for me. Two and a half miles each day."

I gulped, remembering how painful my two mile run was yesterday.

She reached out and wrapped her hand around my right bicep, squeezing slightly. I almost gasped at the sudden physical contact. Again, the cage seemed to amplify all touch - I realized that by denying any contact with my penis it made me more sensitive all over my body.

Sarah clicked her tongue disappointedly, but kept her had on my arm.

"We've got a lot of work to do. On second thought, you are going to do one hundred pushups each day over the weekend. Video them and send it to me - as many sets as it takes you to do them all. And of course I'll be watching what you eat. As usual."

She looked at me indecisively for a second, making up her mind about something. She nodded slightly.

"So you've probably noticed I'm always here when you arrive, even when you're a few minutes early."

I nodded. I had noticed that.

"The owner of this gym, Maggie, allows me to train clients here for a greatly reduced rate, in exchange for me keeping up the place. Our deal is I spend an hour cleaning starting at six AM on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays."

She looked at me intently. I noticed her eyes were a light green color, fading to almost blue.

"But now, you're going to do all of that, aren't you?"

I felt my knees go weak with her calm assertion. I was already doing so much for her and Amber, not to mention Ms. Sutton. I felt like I was running all day, every day, to complete tasks that were given to me and I collapsed in bed exhausted at night. Somehow, though, that very fact aroused me. They had discovered something about me - I had too, I realized - that made them able to take advantage of me. And they weren't shy about using me for their benefit. They had no issues at all running me ragged, as Amber had put it to me the other day. In fact, I reflected, perhaps Ms. Sutton was kindest of all. She didn't act like my friend. She took from me what she wanted without comment while Amber and Sarah were my friends - perhaps - who still took from me cruelly and without consideration. And now Sarah was telling me to lose more sleep and do work for her benefit.