by Trace Dex
CONTENTS
Title
Copyright
About
Chapter One - Chapter
Ch. 1
Chapter Two - Chapter
Ch. 2
Chapter Three - Chapter
Ch. 3
Chapter Four - Chapter
Ch. 4
Chapter Five - Chapter
Ch. 5
Fin
Extra
My Personal Trainer
Heavy Weightlifting
Trace Dex
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
CHAPTER ONE
Chapter
“You’ve made tremendous progress, Maddison!”
I’ve worked really hard this past year to finally hear those words come out of my doctor’s mouth. All of my diet and exercise has finally paid off.
“Am I still at risk?”
“Well…” the doctor said as he moved his glasses away from his face to look at me in the eyes, “I’m glad to tell you that you are no longer at risk! I’m very proud of you but you need to make sure that you keep it up. It’d be a shame if you reverted back to your old habits.”
I nodded, confident that I would never have to see the old me again.
Jonathan has continued to be my personal trainer throughout this whole experience. I was continually losing weight and keeping the pounds off with his guidance — not including the pounding he actually gives me. After dinner that one night, things with him just got hotter and hotter.
I blame the extra cardio we did every other day under the sheets for the constant decline of my weight. Not only did his hard cock help me lose weight, it also filled me with joy: physically and mentally.
* * *
I didn’t have a training session with Jonathan today but I couldn’t wait to tell him about the good news. I knew he had a shift today so I wanted to surprise him at the gym. I’ve become familiar with his schedule because he wasn’t able to fuck on the days he had other clients; those shifts were longer than usual.
Upon my arrival at the gym, I tried to be as stealthy as possible to surprise him from behind. I checked everywhere — the weight room, upstairs with the cardio equipment, the small classes with the rooms — no Jonathan.
“Is Jonathan working today?” I asked one of his coworkers.
“Yeah, he’s probably in that room over there,” she said, pointing towards a door labeled Staff Only.
“Would it be okay I went in? I want to surprise him!”
“Sure, go ahead,” she said, uninterested at my excitement.
I stood behind the closed door, imagining his excitement at seeing me in my head. I opened it halfway and saw Jonathan peer over at me, startled. My giant smile quickly faded when the door opened all the way, revealing his arms wrapped around the waist of some skinny bitch. I glared at her and looked back at Jonathan.
“M-Maddi-“ he said.
I slammed the door behind me and ran out of the gym. How could I be so stupid? My world was spinning.
I peeled out of the parking lot, scowling at my rear view mirror to see Jonathan make his way outside.
CHAPTER TWO
Chapter
My tears impaired my vision so I pulled over at the market. I couldn’t believe what I just witnessed and I hated everything.
I slammed the door behind me as I stomped towards the market. All I could think about was the image of Jonathan with his arms around a girl I didn’t know. I grabbed a cart and went on a shopping spree. Soda, chips, cookies, ice cream; you name it, it went in my cart.
After loading all the food into my car, I sped towards my house like an angry drunk ready to cause havoc on some unsuspecting victim.
I stopped by the fried chicken joint on my way home, making sure to buy plenty of actual real food to supplement the junk food I just bought. I was going to have a feast tonight and I didn’t give a fuck about what anyone had to say about it.
Miraculously, I made it home safely. I turned on the TV, sat on the couch and began to eat bite after bite, sipping on all the carbon dioxide filled sugar liquid goodness. It’s been a long time since I’ve had much of this kind of food and I was feeling satisfied.
I lay there in a crapulous state, surrounded by the crumbs of my defeat; tears streaming down my face as I stared at the television. My stomach hurt and I felt sick. Sick of Jonathan, sick of me, sick of what I just ate, sick of it all.
The show playing on TV displayed a woman sitting at her vanity, putting on mascara with a guy apologizing at her feet about something he’d done. I didn’t really pay attention to the story but it was pissing me off even more so I began to think of possible ways to get revenge.
I got up, crumbs falling of my body and headed towards my laptop.
To Whom It May Concern,
One of your valued employees, Jonathan, has been having sexual relations with one of his clients inside of the gym.
My cellphone wouldn’t stop ringing and I knew it was Jonathan calling. I was too pissed to write anything else, my phone was annoying me so I closed my laptop, shut off my phone, and headed to bed.
This was easily the worst night of my life.
CHAPTER THREE
Chapter
It’s been a week and I’ve done so much damage to my body by eating and drinking everything in sight. I continued to get daily phone calls from Jonathan along with a few house visits, which I all ignored. I probably gained about 20 pounds in this week alone.
I decided not to send the email to his boss because it was too childish. As much as I hated him, I knew how shitty it was to be unemployed so I let it go. Plus, I couldn’t come up with a coherent enough message that didn’t scream Pissed-Off-Sex-Slave-That-Was-Cheated-On.
I headed to the kitchen, ready to finish the half-eaten cake that I started on the night before. Someone was banging on my door and I knew it was him. He usually stopped after a few minutes but today he kept going. It got so loud that I started to worry about my door; convinced his strength would easily break down my door so I finally opened it.
“Maddi, what the fuck?” he yelled as he made his way into my house. “Do you know how worried I was?”
“What do you care?” I yelled back.
“I’ve been trying to contact you for days now!”
“Oh, I haven’t noticed,” I said sardonically.
“Look, I know what you THINK you saw, but it wasn’t what it looked like,” he said.
“Oh, yeah? So you’re telling me you weren’t alone in a room with some fucking bitch, and you didn’t have your arms wrapped around her waist?”
“I mean, I was… but it’s not like that!”
“Then explain to me what the fuck was going on in there because as far as I know, this is the shit you do
with every client, myself included. I was so fucking dumb to fall for you,” I said, trying to hold back my tears.
“She’s a coworker, Maddi,” he explained, “It’s not uncommon for us to be in the same room together, especially the staff room.”
“Then why were your hands around her!” I yelled.
“Maddi, you came in at the worst possible time. I was in the middle of measuring her waist and if you hadn’t stormed off, you would have seen the measuring tape in my hands,” he said.
“Measuring her waist? What do you mean? Why would she need that?”
“She’s new and we have this weird thing on our staff where we record our measurements and weight to see if any of us start slipping by the end of the quarter. I know it’s dumb but it helps keep the staff in shape,” he said, “The measurements for everyone is available on a giant whiteboard inside the staff room. I can prove it to you tomorrow.”
I began to get dizzy. His story seemed plausible and I was too embarrassed to look him in the eye.
“Actually, here I have a picture of it on my phone,” he said.
He zoomed into the whiteboard with a list of all the staff members and their stats, confirming everything he just said. I started to choke up and a tear fell onto his phone’s screen.
“You believe me now, Maddi?” he asked as he gently placed his finger under my chin, lifting my head to look me in the eyes.
I nodded, “I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me. I just saw you and that girl and I just couldn’t think anymore and—“
He placed a finger on my lips, “Shh, it’s okay. I’m sorry it looked that way, too,” he said with a smile and then he hugged me. I’d missed his strong arms around me; I began sobbing and holding him closer to me.
“Let’s not let this happen again, alright?” he asked.
We let go and I nodded, now with his hands holding my face. His focus shifted side-to-side on both of my tear-filled eyes. He kissed me softly on my lips which made everything feel better.
Afterwards, he began making his way around my house. I stood there watching him closely, knowing how low down he’d be for how much I’ve let myself go. It was a giant mess — wrappers, crumbs, empty take out boxes from multiple fast food places stacked all over the place.
“Maddi…” he said, still looking around in displeasure.
“I know,” I said softly, “I’m sorry, I-I just—“
His eyes fixed on me as he shook his head in disappointment, “This isn’t good, Maddi.”
I couldn’t look him in the eyes so I stared at a candy wrapper near my foot.
“You need to be disciplined,” he said.
My eyes began to glow as I slowly looked up. He had that familiar grin on his face. “Yes, I’ve been a bad girl. I need to be punished.”
CHAPTER FOUR
Chapter
Jonathan grabbed my phone charger out of a nearby socket and headed towards me. I backed up slowly until I had nowhere to go, bumping into the wall.
“You’ve been very, very bad,” he said as he grabbed my wrists and began tying them with the cord.
“How can I make it up to you?” I asked.
He tightened the knot and slammed one hand against the wall, trapping me.
“Just you wait and see,” he said, looking me up and down.
I couldn’t contain my excitement. I wanted to smile but I forced myself not to.
He grabbed the collar of my old XXL t-shirt I had on and ripped it right down the middle exposing my braless breasts. He began kneading my taut nubs as he slid his other hand down my gray sweatpants.
“Wet already, huh?”
Before I could reply, he slid a finger in and I let out a soft sigh. I could feel myself dripping onto his hands as he moved it in and out, flicking my g-spot with every stroke. He began ravaging my neck while caressing me faster and faster. I felt his fingers stroking my inner wall then sliding straight back in, making me wetter and wetter.
The juices of my arousal cascaded down my legs, leaving imprints all over my sweatpants. I couldn’t contain my moans as my breathing grew heavier and louder.
Jonathan pulled my pants down and threw them across the room. “Spread your legs for me, baby,” he drawled in a low seductive tone while he bent down and placed his arms under my legs. With one swift move, I was on Jonathan’s shoulders, lifted up with my head inches from the roof against the wall. I was still heavy and I knew I got heftier this past week but that didn’t seem to faze him. I felt his hot breath breathing against my wet mound.
He slowly slid his tongue against my throbbing slit and stared up at me. My tied hands grasped the back of his neck as his tongue began fucking me. It felt surreal, like I was floating on a cloud as my entire living room began to blur in my vision. “Mhm, look how greedy you are here from all the neglect this past week,” he breathed, his voice muffled as he probed my damp folds. Caught up in the sensations, I could only groan in reply.
His arms began to lower and I slid down, pressed against his chest, with my legs spread above his muscular biceps. He pressed against my neck, slowly tasting and worshipping my sensitive spots as he walked towards my bedroom, carrying me.
He placed me down and turned me around to face my bed. He pulled my hair behind my neck, whispering hungrily, “I’m going to punish you real good,” as he pushed me onto my sheets.
My hips were pinned on top of my pillows as I faced down with my joined wrists grasping the edge of my bed. I watched as his boxers landed near the side of my face. He got on top of me and I could feel his hard cock sitting between my ass cheeks. He slapped his erection against my hole before sliding it down to my quivering folds.
“I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you for what you did,” he warned.
I whimpered as he rubbed his length against the outside of my slickness, covering it with my honey. His slapped my ass really hard with his hand and I could feel the satisfying sting as he continued moving his cock around the outside of my holes.
I felt my core open as the pressure of his hard steel slid right in. He went about halfway before he slapped my ass once again.
“I want it all,” I wailed, “Give me all of it, please!”
I felt his wet thumb as it made its way to the outside of my asshole, stimulating it up and down before it suddenly made its way in. I moaned in pleasure, and felt my hole tighten around his thumb. I began to relax as his thumb thrust in and out. I could feel my slit tighten around his head as it got harder inside of me.
He pulled his cock outside of my mound and spread my ass cheeks, making my asshole stretch wider. He began slapping the outside of my asshole with his thickness, dripping with my juices.
“Please!” I moaned, “Please punish me!”
He grabbed his shorts near my face and stuffed it into my mouth. I felt him position himself over me as the pressure of his hard cock slowly filled my ass. My hands squeezed my bed sheets as he inched further into my hole. I felt my asshole pulsing around his wet dick as he moved it in and out. My body tensed with pleasure and uncertainty before it finally relaxed.
I felt myself loosen as his cock rocked in and out, adding more force each time. It felt amazing and I could feel the cum from my slickness drench the bed sheets between my thighs.
My muffled moans increased in volume and I could feel my body tingling as his hands pushed me down into my bed.
“Does it feel good?” he asked, fucking me harder and harder.
I spat out his shorts, “Yes, fuck me harder,” I sobbed, breathing heavily.
He continued dominating me harder and harder and I could feel his girth getting wider.
“I’m gonna cum in your ass,” he said.
“Yes! Please cum inside of me,” I cried; even more aroused than before.
He fucked me harder and faster and let out a loud grunt as he filled the inside of my asshole with his hot seed. He lay on top of me with his shaft still in my ass and I could feel his breath against the back of my neck. We lay t
here, trying to catch our breaths; feeling his sweat drip down my sides.
He pulled himself out of me and I could feel his cum slowly drip out of my asshole. Jonathan turned me over and hovered over me with his knees at my side as he untied my hands.
“You’ve had your punishment,” he said, “Now you need to make sure you never do that again, okay?”
Still out of breath, I nodded and smirked. “I’ll make sure that I never do that again!” I said.
But if this is punishment, maybe I should be a bad girl more often.
CHAPTER FIVE
Chapter
We sat on my kitchen table and reflected on the past week. I found out that Jonathan was devastated and really worried about me since I wasn’t answering any of his calls or opening the door when he came by. He said that this morning that he really thought I may have done something awful so he was ready to kick down my door. I felt really bad for putting him through all that emotional distress and promised to talk to him first about any of my problems instead of just making assumptions.
The damage I’ve done to myself was approximately 22 pounds. It’s very easy to gain back the weight that a person worked so hard to lose, especially if you’ve been overweight before. I had to learn that the hard way. Although I was disappointed in myself, Jonathan told me not to worry. He assured me that we could get through this and that he would be by my side the whole way.
We had a long talk about my mental state and the downfalls of binge eating to regulate my emotional pain. He consoled me and made it clear that these were very bad habits. I want to work relentlessly to make sure I don’t revert to these bad habits again in the future. I promised him that I would show up at the gym for our regular scheduled sessions and he gave me a kiss before heading to the door.
